When the flowers on the other shore bloom, allow me to make a wish, carry a piece of affection, step all the way to the fragrance, through the solemnity of time and space. In my heart, I drew a stream of eyes, that intoxicating maple, sprinkled with maple leaves all the way, paved with my still heart, for no reason to convey your old temperature, a touch, a deep affection.
Perhaps, this is my acquaintance, I don't know when, my soul has turned into a butterfly that falls in the flowers, accompanied by your melody, dancing, and from then on for us to meet, lingering in each other's artistic mood, affectionate.
The silence of winter is silent, and the snowflakes condense into dazzling lights on the flying white earth, scattered into a dazzling golden yellow, floating on the high branches, falling on the field, and the purity of the snowflakes.
When the crystal melts into a drop of clear spring, the night dew quietly sneaks into people's dreams, why don't you?
In fact, the stream is not clear, the water will also flow undercurrents, but when we can't see, once we stand in the warm winter sun, those snowflakes are scattered by the Shuo wind, leaving only a burst of cold.
Every day, we were empty, except for the snow, we all flapped a pair of powerful wings in the air, and with the help of the sparkle of fireflies, we looked for a lamp of our own. Because of them, the four wilds overturned the rivers and overturned haiti, and a hollow was stored in a sea, and there was a bag of poetry.
However, at this time, we are looking for a bright eye of our own in the embrace of winter. There are too many dreams in it, and many years later, when we walk through a snowy spring, there will definitely be a lamp of our own.
When the other side of the flower blooms, allow me to make a wish, because the flower that blooms in my heart is the most beautiful flower in your life. Can that person remember brilliantly in a short period of time in a lifetime?
At this moment, you are far away, I am here, thinking of crossing a thousand mountains, around you, your side is my eternal spring. At this moment, far away, you are in a near place, there, there is the fragrance of flowers, there are butterflies loving flowers flying, and butterflies loving flowers moving. I don't know, in fact, you and I are only separated by a distance, but the distance I can't touch is far away that I can't touch, and it's your warm back. In this distance that is not far away, the distance is not a long distance, a distance that cannot be felt, the distance that I cannot touch, is your warm back.
At this moment, all the sounds are quietly drifting, and those voices are filled with departed thoughts over and over again in this night, like the smell floating in the air, always able to find an exit, to find your figure, at that moment, I don't know, where you are.
At this moment, all thoughts gradually receded like a tide, all the past events, a kind of softness still spread in the chest, as if melting in an instant, all the memories, even if the time is gone, are still blurred, because when I was still in you, I was still so far away, you were in the distance, there were still floral backs in my dreams, but you and the person with the affectionate eyes slowly looked at me, thinking with concern. At this moment, I would like to ask the most: "In the dream, how beautiful are the flowers?" ”
When the flowers on the other side bloom, allow me to make a wish, take a breeze into my arms, and never look back.
If some love is only because it cannot taste the fruit, then bravely bear all the burden of love, and do not know whether there is a head that has not come to the world. But why can't you fall in love easily, just to live up to the grievances of your past lives. Because the beauty that was once vowed is no longer a simple appearance. I only wish there were too many faults in this life, and I only wish that there were too many mistakes in this life. I don't know, it's just my own thoughts. If it weren't for that, maybe it would be a form of self-deception. But I'm just willing to ignore it with my own ideas. Many years later, I think of this land, and I love and be loved with this land. In this spring, I still guard the flowers and no longer have your shadow.
Today, this land has long been deserted, flowers and seaweeds, no longer have the fresh life of the past, has become the only living life, but I still like to believe that this world has always had such a beautiful life, but it has always given us such a desolate. I still believe that the world is so good.
Perhaps, this is a kind of previous ignorance and distant distance, blooming in this flower world, but still maintaining the original beauty, just like this love, is so short, but also so brilliant.