Who am I? Always love fantasy, fantasy about the various scenes with you. Smile and face it, love to be self-absorbed.
Who am I? Just intruding into your life like this, there is no substitute. You are reluctant, can't put it down, can't do without, foolishly guard, the feelings of a lifetime.
Remembering one scene after another, will you still have the mood at that time? How much touch, how much love, buried deep in the heart. Days, relentlessly slipped away, leaving a sense of infatuation and longing. What cannot be achieved is always the most real dream.
Hope again and again, disappointment again and again. So, learn to be obedient.
You, my life, cannot appear before me. What about me? How to escape your world? Those who don't understand, never understand.
The life you want, is it something I can give? The intersection of time and space, the intersection of years. There are too many mysteries left for me to find the real solution. When life is spent together in inseparability, I no longer belong only to me. This heart, which is always concerned, beats at the same time.
Only expect eternity, not the most beautiful. Right or wrong, left to posterity to comment, we just want to be different. The long river of years, running endlessly. Passed down through the ages, the covenant of the beautiful.
The night will also be sad, and the moon will be blocked by clouds. A rain that filled the world. The wind and rain stopped, and the peach blossoms were on fire.
Halfway through the dream, I woke up and couldn't continue. The story is so perfect that it moves you and me. Speak softly and express the doubts in your heart. Your firm confidence gives me the most down-to-earth solution. When waiting for dawn, the world washed by the spring rain fills the city with incense, flowers, and love.
The days slid by mercilessly, and the years were like songs, and they could not be replayed. The road ahead is long, and we seek it together.
2022.4.26