I hope to have someone like you.
As bright and refreshing as this morning in the mountains,
Just like a sunny man walking on his way to the ancient city,
Warm but not hot, covering all my skin.
From the starting point to the night, from Shan Ye to the study,
The answers to all the questions are simple.
I hope there is a person like you who will be a signpost of life several times in the future.
I hope to have someone like you.
Like the refreshing wind in the mountains
Such as the warm light of the ancient city
from morning to night
From the mountain to the study
As long as it's you in the end.
It's good.
I think the world is beautiful. The trees are full of flowers in sunny days, the lake ripples in rainy days, the sun sweeps through the city, the breeze passes through the fingers, the love songs played by every radio station at night, and the shadows scattered by every mountain road are all words you inadvertently wrote, leaving me to read year after year. The world is your will, and I am your only legacy.
You burn it, I'll burn it with you. You put it out, I will accompany you to reduce the dust. When you were born, I walked with you. You are silent, I accompany you without saying a word, you laugh, I accompany you to shout tsunami. You are old, and I will collapse with you. You run away, I will accompany you into the night. You leave, I can only wait.
I hope the shoes I bought are the color you want. I hope you were just thinking about me when I called. I wish to say good morning. You just got up, too I hope my book is a story you appreciate. I hope you feel sleepy when you turn off the light I hope the fruit you buy will always be sweet. I hope all the songs you ordered are your favorite songs. I hope what I hope is what you hope.
Memory can't be erased, it can only be accumulated slowly. Time brings you to the poker table, but the bet is on yourself.
You burn it, I'll burn it with you. You put it out, I will accompany you to reduce the dust. When you were born, I walked with you. You are silent, I am silent with you. You laugh, I will accompany you to call the tsunami.
You are old, and I will collapse with you. You run away, I will accompany you into the night. You leave, I can only wait.
I didn't have a good chance to say goodbye to you, and I won't see you again. More sad than happiness, more distant than gathering, more fragile than being strong, and quieter than leaving.
One day, I will pack my bags and board the ship. Not that steel behemoth, just a small bamboo raft. I will try my best to set up the weak sail, and I hope you can see a little white in the distance.
Maybe deep in the universe, you can look at it once in a while.
That will let me know that you landed safely in another land, singing and laughing, and we can't remember what melancholy is.
Shaoguang is too good to live up to. Youth is too short to burn. Happiness is too far away to stop no matter how you run. It is better to scribble clothes, plant flowers, indulge in wine and write your own sentences in the clear water and green mountains. Looking back at the depths of the white clouds, I studied at the top of the mountain when I was young.
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