The most beautiful meeting, the most beautiful memories

There is only one life, but I love you with all of it. Perhaps, the whole life is too exaggerated, at least, at this moment, a heart is throbbing with it. Those who mention their luggage and suddenly disappear in the crowd will never love me most. Even though it was a prayer for thousands of years. I like writing deep handwriting on white paper best, just as I like, inscribing your name in the initial meeting; I like looking at the sky quietly at night best, just as I like, feel your tenderness in the previous dream. The furthest distance in the world is that I love you, but I will never talk about it in my heart. Not to say nothing, but to say nothing, more afraid to say. Just as birds know that fish are in water, but fish do not know where birds are. The distance between heaven and earth is the distance between heaven and earth. It is the end of the world that looks through the autumn and the water and worries about the white head. The corners of the Earth are withered and the stones are rotten like Frost. It is not even a thousand sails. It is like anxiety to get drunk and cry. Always in a lonely time, I miss the happiness in another time and the long-lost heart you brought. Memories are sometimes so beautiful that people forget the loneliness that they have suffered for too long at the moment when beauty rises in their hearts. Those who can’t drive away, those who have forced themselves to put down for countless times, have been stubbornly stuck in the depths of memory. Maybe because we are not brave enough, maybe because you and I are both reserved, we just use our eyes to interweave in the world. Whether it is because of love or sorrow, or because of thinking into a text, it is actually another form of love. Every poem written to you is like an accidental wave. You are very close this spring. However, in the confusion between unintentional and intentional, you have never seen it. The most romantic regret in the world is that you cannot write the most beautiful ending with the most beautiful encounter. The origin is gone, the origin is weak, maybe some people are destined to wait, while some people are destined to wait for someone in their whole life. I don’t know when to start, I am used to enjoying myself quietly in such a lonely night. Spread a plain paper, count the tears and laughter hidden deep in the memory, and the heart is also in the curl. Those lingering grievances like morning glory, the desolation that seeps your heart all the time. If you are Aquacome, if you are Aquacome, whether you can last long or not, you should believe it, that is the most beautiful love. Yes, many years later, even though my heart has been scarred, I still believe in love, believe in how beautiful love is, and believe that love is the most beautiful myth in the world… thank you once in my life, there were traces of your walking. Thank you for giving me those old times of missing and recalling. If these have become the stories in the story, I would like it to be brilliant again in my life; If these have become late confessions, I would like to use my tender feelings like water, pay for your lovesickness for thousands of years, only for the most real love you ever had! If you love someone, if it is a kind of pain, then please let go; If you love someone, if it is a kind of regret, you may as well say goodbye. Love means giving. If you love her, you must make her happy, no matter, love, at the end of the world or at hand; No matter, no matter where you are! Don’t be upset because you are just a passer-by, and don’t lose for missing. From this moment on, isn’t that a wonderful memory? Although there was a beautiful encounter in that summer, there was no beautiful ending in this spring.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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