The smiling eyes were such a beautiful nightmare. It only took a moment to turn around and burst.
Predestination, that is, extinction; deep love, that is, shallow love.
You and me are two duckweeds floating in the wind. In the wind, we accidentally meet and meet each other; after all the changes, we are separated and look at each other.
Watching you leave me, my heart, if I was emptied, what else can I make up for.
The former party was clear, and under the care of each other, it turned into a silent sky .
Those loves that remain in the gaps of time have been scattered at the end of the horizon. In the sparse shadows that have drifted away over time, the outline has been indistinguishable, and it is impossible to repeat, and there is no need to repeat.
Looking back, your face . Only one glance, smiling like a flower, only one glance, blue sky Huangquan, only one glance, this life does not change.
You spend the first life of the other side, amazing three lives, glorious and glorious, according to my previous life; I am obsessed with the memory of Chuan Yongshi, all my life, the bustling and exhausted, shining your peerless beauty.
Since then, this life has expectations, although misty.
The Buddhist temple is high and strict. In this life, you are destined to go home, but I can only wander outside the wall.
Destiny wrote you and me as eternal shores. They can't meet each other. But finally there is a reason that can be hoped for, although it is in the foreseeable future, it is more reassuring than suffering. If you on the other side can really see it, then this farewell, I can't get out, you can't get in, and even the freedom to look across the wall won't exist. This life can only end like this, you and I have a destiny, see you in the next life. At that time, you must remember what I look like, and come to me again. If you don't know where I live, it's me who's standing on the riverbank.
This life is only for you, I would like to draw a prison for you. I slowly grew old in the prison, and I still smile happily when I think of you.
I know, I just had a happy dream for you. When you wake up, everything will return to its original appearance. No matter in this life or the next life, you will not come.
However, I still hope earnestly that you may find me. Don't forget, pour a glass of wine on my grave.
Although this is a flashy world, I still have a sincere affection and will not be indifferent by the passage of time. I think that in the years to come, everything about you will linger in my mind day and night, until I grow old.
Happiness is only a process, not an outcome.
Love is not a brain teaser, it doesn't need to be exhausted, just for one purpose. It often freezes in an instant, without thinking or thinking, and its result is not the answer to that love, but the process of love.
It ’s time to start flowering flowers. How much do you know? The love is deep, no matter it is fate or fate, as long as I meet, it is my only happiness.
A flower on the other shore, whether it is the loneliness blooming in the middle of summer, or the beautiful bustling road on Huangquan Road, is a path that we cannot pass through forever.
Flowers bloom for three lives without leaves, this life has no posterior fate. If the gentlemen love each other, the beauty of the end.
Butterfly Love Flower
People don't go to Qiuqiu because of their injuries. There is no welcome place in Yingchun, and the cold wind blows down the path of sorrow.
Xiao Seshu is dead like a butterfly dance, and it is painful, and Hongyan can speak. Only with tears attached to the setting sun, when can I sullen.