The farthest distance in the world is not that I face you face to face but can't say I love you, or that the two love each other but can't be together, but I know that you will never come, and I am still here waiting for you forever.
Qingqing Zizhen, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning doesn't si yin? Qingqing Zi Pei, leisurely I think. Even if I don't go, I won't come? Picky, in the city. One day is not seen, such as March Xi!
Remember the last time you came, I caressed your black hair, ran my fingers over the hem of your clothes, and asked you, will you come again next time? If I don't come, I'll go to you, and I'll find you at the end of the world.
You kiss my earlobe lightly, red lips brush my earrings, the exquisite voice fascinates me, I gently recite a song "The Beauty of Zheng Guo" for you, you laugh so beautifully, no matter where you are? I'll come to you.
That year was three autumns again, in order to give new words I went upstairs, the beauty is still sudden eyes, the sky street is cool, and the rain is idle. A night of wind and snow remembered, a little light and slow gentleness.