Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I Wish to Follow the Moon into Your Arms

Zhang Qilin!

I've dreamt of you more than once!

It seems to be necessary, without any subtlety or euphemism.

I want to tell you confidently that I love you very much. Zhang Qilin!

I felt as if I were under a spell, day and night, morning and evening, even in the middle of the night.

Even in the dream, you come and go freely without even saying hello to me.

Filling my heart, occupying my time, and disturbing my dormant brain.

The more pain I feel in my heart, the more I miss you, desire you and dream about you.

I also don't object to the fact that this is a gift from luck and destiny to me.

The dream is so beautiful at this point!

Dreams are your rash intrusion and vague discontinuity!

The clock ticks mechanically and I can only keep running forward.

You are not in the distant place where I ran past, and I can't find you.

I was exhausted by the chaotic emotions and fantasies.

I didn't have the energy to fall asleep because I missed you so much.

As I recall the scene and replay it in slow motion, my heart feels warm and bright, like a lit match in the darkness.

The stars spread all over the field like a prairie fire, and they are like held-up torches, silently supporting me.

You were the breeze in the mountains, the dazzling clouds, my heart beating for you, and the irreplaceable one.

But now you have become a mole on my chest, constantly reminding me how unforgettable and unrequited love was.

The sun sets into the bright starry sky, and suddenly it is late autumn on earth, with the starry sky and the moon shining brightly.

I return you to the crowd, I return you to myself!

Let the trees grow into trees, let the flowers grow into flowers, from now on we will separate by mountains and rivers and never meet again.

Time is the pen and lovesickness is the ink. I still like you, but I just don’t like you anymore.

Once I thought you were my bright moon!

Finally this day came and I understood.

That is not my moon, even though I have counted every ray of light it emits.

I have witnessed the light growing in him, and watched him grow into someone I didn't recognize.

That is not my moon, even though I have counted all the big and small wounds on his body.

Everyone saw the moonlight spreading in all directions like water, but I am the only one who still remembers how he was covered in bruises because of this moment.

That is not my moon, even though I once watched its sad past devoutly like a believer.

He is extremely loving and spreads his light in all directions.

He is stingy and won't let me have any extra.

That is not my moon. It is the hazy gaze, the uneasy heart, the unreachable distance, and my search in the sea of ​​people for a hundred years.

That is not my moon, but the name hidden in my heart, the unwilling regret and the pain of never seeing it again.

That is not my moon, it is the farewell that I swallowed, and the murmur that I don’t want to look back on.

That is not my moon. After drinking and chatting, it was broken into several pieces of silver.

The puddles beside the road were always filled with moonlight, and I thought I was almost dreaming while crawling.

But the moon in the sky is gone, only the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

I promised you a hundred years of companionship, but now the past is gone with the wind.

Stop laughing, the wanderer never crosses the river.

The reed flowers look like snow tonight, and they are drifting towards the river with reeds.

Go home, go home, the moonlight is all over my foreign land.

I am a mayfly in the universe, how dare I hope to see the moon?

I have just spent ten years of my life, and it would be nice if I could forget you in this world!

I made a wish to God that we would never see each other again.

Never meeting each other again is our best reconciliation!

It’s also our best ending!

There is no need to resolve misunderstandings, just live your own life well.

You didn't even walk towards me firmly!

You also weighed the pros and cons and made a choice.

I know you are not my flower, I am honored to see you bloom!

Zhang Qilin

Goodbye, never see you again.