Dream broken intestines, sad broken intestines, moon shadows reflect the cold window. Don't think about it, think about it, wet the beauty of the tears. I always thought that thousands of years ago, I passed by you, and the glance you looked back at, I thought you would remember me deeply, and after several lifetimes of reincarnation, I was still looking for your shadow in the red dust.
I turned into a blue bird, but you turned into a flowing cloud, I tried to fly to you, when I flew to your side, I couldn't see you, because you were a cloud, I shed tears, tears fell into the sea, touched the fish, but could not move you!
Another reincarnation, you are the tree, I am the butterfly, when the wind and rain come, I hide under your leaves and enjoy your warmth, but you don't know me, because God forgot to give you a pair of eyes, I don't blame you, I can continue to wait, wait until you know me, wait until you are touched by me!
In this life, thousands of times we met, fell in love in the red dust, maybe you don't remember, but I deeply remember that look, as if we have known each other for thousands of years. How can you bear to let go of my hand, how can you bear to make me cry again... Did you know that this is the last life God has given us, and if I miss this life, I will be reduced to dust?
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