Afterglow to the moon

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The time on the fingertips slips away inadvertently, without taking away a trace of time, nor leaving a little lovesickness of fleeting years.It used to be the best memory written in the notes of the years. Who folded the time into poetry? Who sang the fleeting years into a song? The memory of that love has always been shining in the bottom of my heart.

Whoever is waiting coincides with the blooming of flowers; whoever leaves coincides with the failure of flowers.Missing you is always between the lines, I like to portray your face in the paper of time, and write down the endless love for you with a pen.

Walking in the corridor of time, looking into the distance through the window of time, which scenery is left behind by me? Which breeze once caressed me? Which ray of sunshine once warmed me? Walking quietly in the Under the balcony of Fleeting Years, I inadvertently stopped to meditate, stared at it for a moment, and never looked back, nor looked back.

I thought, I was under the lovesickness Gu, otherwise, why would I miss you day and night.I thought, I was under the curse of caring, otherwise, how could I be thinking of you day and night.

If I don't love you, I won't be alone; if I don't love you, I don't have to worry about it; The one who loves you has become more and more intense, and it has already taken root in my heart, and I can't extricate myself.

Meeting you is the fate of my life; falling in love with you is the fate of my life.The flowers bloom for a season, love for the third time, the world of mortals falls into a dream, the sea of ​​love is hard to cross, the bright moon beats my heart, and the rice paddies are messy and lingering.

When the sad whispers cut off the experience, and the memory can no longer connect to the starting point, even if the thoughts are misty and wandering, how to express the state of mind at this time? Thinking of those familiar scenes that seem to be familiar, it turns out that there are still deep feelings Regret and a touch of nostalgia.

Maybe, life will always leave a momentary touch in the memory, lighten the burden of the soul, even if it is a short reunion, even if the smile is covered with tears, let us learn to be moved and grateful, moved by the encounter brought by fate, Grateful for the most poignant memories after parting.

In the lonely years, there are too many people and things that cannot stop, but there are only some ups and downs, full of pale memories.

Walking in the world, there are not many people who can understand themselves, and it is even more difficult to meet people with the same aura in the vast crowd. It takes too much time and too much fate.

When the vicissitudes of the years have changed the appearance, the magnificence of the memory and the turbulence of the dream will also stranded the wandering soul on the other side.Bring a smile to the time.

With one finger on the strings, the sad score will be played, even if the heart is full of sorrow, time will not stay.Cherishing the beauty of meeting is the most beautiful chapter in the years.

The author has something to say:

It can be regarded as a little love letter to Hui.