Author: Xin Yue Lan Yan
When I saw the rose that day, I read your name in my heart. Maybe I'm thinking of you when you look at the moon.
The passing years turn you into a longing, there are beautiful dreams at night, and there are repeated people in your dreams.
A truest love will not disappear, and longing will not stop. Time is gone, write to the beloved: Lovesick to the bone, just because it is you, the day when we will never see each other again, I hope you are all well.
Since parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting, and how many times I have talked and laughed with you in my dreams.
The years are the pen, the lovesickness is in the ink, the words are full of you, how many names are engraved on the mottled wall, but I only write you with one stroke. The stars are connected into the sea, you are my fantasy hidden in the galaxy.
Exquisite dice An red beans, into the bone lovesickness does not know. Except for you, I will not fall in love with anyone else, I only hope that your heart, if my heart is inseparable, will not live up to my infatuation. Light joy is like a dog, deep love is like a long wind, the prosperous four seasons are not as good as you, and the eyes are full of tenderness in this life.
Wandering around for you, tasting lovesickness for you; Three thousand lights for you, flowers blooming all over the city for you. I miss you all my days without you.
Time passes, fate makes us acquainted, I see that all living beings are grass and trees, only to see you are the green mountain. Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness. If we meet again in this life, even if we are displaced for a hundred lifetimes and lost for thousands of years, I would like.
I fell in love with you unconsciously, the south wind did not rise, and I became ill with you. The book is yellowed, and the title page is you; The prosperity is gone, and the heart is you; When the sun sets, you return to the western mountains; Green silk and white hair, it's still you. In the blink of an eye, it is all you, only because of the feeling of looking back, which makes me think about the dynasty and twilight.
A love, how many regrets, into my lovesick door, know my lovesickness. Thousands of mountains and rivers are hidden in your heart, and you are hidden in the mountains and rivers.
Everything is too hurried, and in the blink of an eye, it is another season, and the place you have walked through is only hard to miss. At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the flowers on the branches that were sleepless, and I always felt that you should be by my side at this time.
There is Jiamu in the south, acacia in the north, Jiamu wind can be broken, and acacia is indestructible. Life is affectionate, love to the depths of infatuation, write to the beloved: lovesickness, just because it's you.
Even if the world is vicissitudes, even if you don't see each other, I will treat you as before, and the years will be the same.
An acquaintance, a thought of persistence, I walk in the distance, thinking about your appearance night and night. Rolling red dust, once acquainted with a hundred loves, a thousand words can not be finished, and I am obsessed with you.