string sound dream lovesickness

Meng Yuannian woke up in a nightmare where there was no end to sight. In the dream, he stood in such an empty world, no one, no voice, nothing.He stared at the ceiling with a blank mind, just in a daze, letting himself go without thinking.Only then did he discover that nothing is impossible in life.

He turned his head to look at Pei Qing who pushed open the door. He was wearing a simple white shirt and gray slacks, but he looked a bit decadent.He was still holding a black leather notebook in his right hand. He was a little pleasantly surprised by Shang Meng Yuannian's eyes, but he hesitated for a while before walking over.

He put the notebook in his hand next to Meng Yuannian's pillow: "This is from Mrs. Lin. I didn't want to give it to you at all. But I know you definitely want it." Pei Qing sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly He smiled before continuing, "You have been in a coma for three days, and Young Master Lin's funeral will be over soon."

Listening to his last words, Meng Yuannian felt a stabbing pain in his brain. He lay on his back and ignored him. He didn't turn his head to look at the notebook next to his pillow until he heard the sound of Pei Qing closing the door and going out.He was stunned for a long time before he strenuously propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed. He put the notebook in front of his lap but foolishly dared not open it.

The white cover of the front page had Mo Qingxian's clear and meaningful name written on it. Meng Yuannian reached out and stroked that name, his movements were gentle as if he was stroking that person.He turned over the white paper calmly, and saw some short notes written on the next page.

When it was really lost forever, I suddenly realized that in the long days to come, no one will love or spoil you anymore.All your tears can only be swallowed silently and swallowed in the throat, even if it hurts, you can only endure it.

——Mo Qingxian

It's because I'm too timid, how can I blame you, it's obviously my decision, but why do I still blame you?Am I complaining that you and I fell in love once?No, I'm just hating myself.

——Mo Qingxian

I really want to go back to when we first met, and I want to ask how could I read "Luo Shen Fu" to you?He is obviously so ominous, and the ending is so sad, how could I read it to you?

——Mo Qingxian

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Suddenly found out that my brother had passed away for a long time, and we had also been separated for a long time.I often wonder if Tang Tang will survive after my brother dies.But I remembered the sentence my brother sang: life would not be different without me.I also felt that he must be able to survive again.We will live too.

——Mo Qingxian

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Why are people in love always unable to be together, and why do heroes always end in tragedy?I love you, I just love you this way.

——Mo Qingxian

Do people have another life?Can I meet you again in my next life?In the next life, can we be together?I miss you so much, you must know, I miss you.

——Mo Qingxian

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Turning over the pages of Meng Yuannian's tears covered his eyes, those words were as touching and hurtful as if they were confessing.Their love is so long and short, their love is so far apart, yet so close.They are always separating, separating.Then, perhaps only after death can we meet again.

He covered his eyes and finally couldn't hold back the crazy pain. For the first time in his life, he cried loudly, crying hoarsely and exhausted but still couldn't stop the tears.

Tears smudged the words on the paper like black flowers blooming one after another, but Meng Yuannian vividly saw a large expanse of pink, and saw the man standing in the pink flower mist and turning back to smile at him, full of It took a long time for the sweet peach fragrance to disperse in the air from his mouth.At the end of the diary he saw the words:

I was walking on a muddy road covered with snowflakes.

The wind came from nowhere.

In the distance, it seems that someone is waiting for me, but there is no face.

I sit by the fence full of roses.

Rain, I don't know where it comes from.

At the door, it seemed that someone was waiting for me, but I couldn't see his face.

I'm lying on the scented sheets.

Tears, I don't know where they come from.

Outside the window, it seemed that someone was waiting for me, but I couldn't see the smile on his face clearly.

When I look at the ceiling and recall the past,

Only then did I realize that the memory was already covered with moss.

The person waiting for me has turned into wind, rain, and tears, floating in my palm.

My love, I miss you so much.

If we can't see each other again in this life, how can we swear that the sea will dry up and the stone will die.

My love, I miss you so much.

Day after day, year after year.

Life sometimes ends, and lovesickness never ends.

My love, I miss you so much too.Day after day, year after year.Life sometimes ends, and lovesickness never ends.But you, you can no longer know.