Love is deep and shallow in this life, but we can only depend on each other at the end of the world. Although tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams. My dear, if you understand me, this life is enough. As long as you are well, I will feel at ease.

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I am dedicated to you in this life

Outside the window, the moonlight is falling, the night is fading, and everything is quiet. The familiar melody floats in my ears, which makes me miss you thousands of miles away. Honey, how are you tonight? Did you know that a chance encounter made me care about you and be obsessed with you from then on?

"One Thought of Persistence", yes, listen, "One thought, one thought of persistence, is destined to be extinguished by a moth. Why are you still at a loss when you know it is wrong? It is best not to see it, and it is best not to think about it. So I don't want to fall in love with you. If I miss you one step further, I will fall into ruin. It's time's fault that we can only miss you. I would have known it would be a bitter pill. I don't want to escape at this moment. After that, I had no choice but to fall in love."

Gently, I pressed the single loop, and quietly let this sad music trickle into my throbbing heart. Every beating note and every lyric makes my heart express itself vividly and vividly. I always look for your shadow in this low, melodious, soulful and melancholy melody. I don’t know when music became the best way to express my concern for you. Although your shadow is misty and distant, it always makes me feel warm and kind. It always leaves me with endless reverie, letting me linger in the center of the melody. Endless aftertaste, yes, I know, the relationship between us is like this sad song. I know it is wrong to miss you, but I am not willing to escape. I know it is a bitter fruit, I know it is a fall, but I am also willing to be obsessed with you and feel pain in my heart. It is the fault of time that we can only miss each other. It is the fault of time that we can only be separated by one side. After two worlds, we can only have a deep love for each other. The world depends on each other.

Some people have said that the single cycle is a disease. I often think that maybe I am really sick, and not very sick. I often take the trouble to listen to the songs you requested for me, and I am very happy. I'm so lucky to know you in this life and have you by my side in this helpless mortal world. In fact, I have always known that you are an ordinary, simple, but persistent and affectionate woman over the years, so you have been trudging in love over the years. I always think that love is everything in life, and I always think that love should be the person who has a close connection and can understand your soul. However, the facts change, not as you wish. In the end, you are scarred and still cannot escape the arrangement of fate, so you often accompany yourself with sadness and dance with your favorite words. You often fight for a piece of text, a song, a I was moved by the story and shed tears of sadness. After years of changes and vicissitudes of life, your only wish now is to hold a pen with your delicate hands, live life with paper and ink, write your soul quietly, and spend the rest of your life peacefully, peacefully, and happily. Honey, I understand, always have.

We originally lived in two different worlds and were strangers to each other, but we never thought that we would meet here because of our similar hobbies and interests. Dear, I know you have your life, and I also have mine. I don’t know if this is the so-called fate? Fate, is there any? If it is true that we are destined, why do we pass by each other in this rolling world? Perhaps, God has already written our ending. We are destined to meet each other, but not to stay together. In the world of mortals, I am destined to be your passer-by, right? Dear, I want to tell you, whether you are destined, whether you have no share, or whether you are a passerby. It may be the fault of time.

I wish that I will be devoted to you in this life.

Looking back gently, never give up

I still remember you telling me that it snowed there, and you said, one snowflake. One after another, they all miss me. Those snowflakes fall on your heart, the deepest part of the world, and also fall into your dreams. I don’t know since when, you accidentally lost your heart in this silvery world. My dear, I understand, I have always understood. Do you know? Why am I not like this? On cold winter nights, I often close my eyes and miss you, just like every time I look at you in the photo, you are so sincere and plain. warmth. Just like when you talk to me sincerely.

My dear, in this mortal world, time flies by, our years are young, and our love is deep, we are in love with each other. Even if the sea turns into a mulberry field, even if our love is destined to be deep and shallow, we will still depend on each other across the world and never abandon each other.

The love is deep and the relationship is shallow, and we depend on each other at the end of the world

Tonight, it is still bone-chilling cold, dear, are there light snowflakes floating in your sky again? Do the snowflakes reflect your thoughts of me? The moonlight rising outside the window is still lingering and hazy, tender as water. I am always looking forward to waiting for the dark portrait to shine, waiting for your warm and gentle greetings and exhortations. I have long been accustomed to sitting alone when I am thinking about you, playing a piece of music, a piece of music you requested, and then making a cup of tea and drinking the tea leaves you sent from the far north. My dear, actually I forgot to tell you You, I don’t like drinking tea, but now I like to watch the tea leaves rising slowly in the cup, watching the mist curling up, like your shadow, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, just letting my heart blend in quietly. In the melody of the music, there will be an inexplicable feeling for you, which is a kind of light elegance and a kind of deep concern. I always thought that I could escape, always thought that my heart was calm, always thought that I would not be concerned about anything or anyone, and laughed at myself, but it turned out that I still couldn't escape the mundane world, and laughed at myself. It turns out that I miss you all the time. I also know that you have your life, and I also have mine. Therefore, when I wake up from a dream, I often complain softly, complaining that this journey is too poignant, complaining that this journey makes me miss you so much. The journey of resentment will never bear fruit. I often pray when I wake up from a dream that there will be a cup of Meng Po Soup in the world, so that I can put my concern for you in my dreams, and never say a word of regret or remember any fragment about you again.

However, I can’t forget you after all. After all the entanglements, you still make me, silly, think about happiness in the hopeless yearning, worry about you in my dreams, but I can’t let go. .

I finally understand, so what if the love is deep and the relationship is shallow? So what if the good times are like a dream? So why not be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers? We have already taken root in each other's hearts, and we also know that whether we see each other or not, we are by our side. Our only wish is still the same as it was many years ago. If you understand me, this life will be enough. If you are well, I will be at peace in the world.

My dear, with you by my side in this life, even if our love is deep and our relationship is shallow, we will depend on each other across the world, and there will be no regrets.