Inscription: If the night stops singing, leaving only a faint silhouette, will my melancholy be quiet with the silence of the night? If I let the memory stop spreading, leaving only a shallow residual temperature, will my thoughts stop with the termination of the memory?

It has been several years since our story ended, and I have been walking alone for a long time, in a daze. I can't remember the scenery on the road, but I can't see it. Where is the end of drifting?

I haven't looked for your trace for a long time, and all kinds of past events seem to have lost their amorous feelings. The years passed by in a hurry, dyeing the last trace in my memory. From now on, I can only be the wind chime in front of your window, ringing the deepest echo in my memory.

Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be countless sorrows, just like the colorful years, but in retrospect, there are countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind the smile, how many bitter tears are dancing. In the chapter of memories, who fixed the tenderness into eternity and became an indelible trace in my heart.

In this way, only a warm tear can end my blurred dream with a cold line of words. This may be the story, and this may be the ending. The difference is that in the story, you are still stretching your beautiful clothes, but in the ending, I am lost in the crowds coming and going.

I don't know how long I lingered on the edge of this memory. I always thought your smile had been blurred by me. But on the yellowed rice paper, the faded handwriting depicts your face very clearly in my mind, mumbling the name that I have called for thousands of times. On such a cold night, how can I walk through the loneliness that drowns my heart?

Perhaps, meeting and parting are destined to be two levels that pass by. Just like our story, we didn't go the right way, so we went further and further, and we couldn't find the direction when we went back, leaving only some messy footprints, which were arranged like this, and there was no home.

The lost time reflects the fragments of the past, and looking at the inspiration from the horizon, a new day will come again. Broken dreams have paled my mature face, listening to yesterday's departure, but welcoming tomorrow's sigh.

I still remember that year, you danced lightly, waded through the running water and came to my side from afar. I still remember that year, you accompanied me through unforgettable journeys with laughter.

The night is as deep as ever. In the face of recording the past words, my mood is complicated. I carefully counted the bits and pieces of the past. I said to myself with vague eyes: it's time to let go, it's all over. If I love you, I should let you fly. If you become the wind, I will become the cloud, and it is enough to guard behind me silently forever.

Life is like this, wandering in pain, only to understand after losing it. It is precisely because of this that we can continue to grow and achieve. Although the process is so bitter, as long as the other party can be happy, sadness will turn into a rainbow in the horizon, even if it is a sad rainbow, the story of two people can always be fixed in that beautiful moment.

Fate comes and goes, but it can't escape. Fate came, dreamed and left, which broke my heart. ...

If you are well, it will be sunny.

Ran Yan, bless you, be sure to be happy, and enjoy my share of happiness together, so that you will be happier. For me, ......................................................................................................................................)

Last sentence: I love you forever! Inscription: If the night stops singing, leaving only a faint silhouette, will my melancholy be quiet with the silence of the night? If I let the memory stop spreading, leaving only a shallow residual temperature, will my thoughts stop with the termination of the memory?

It has been several years since our story ended, and I have been walking alone for a long time, in a daze. I can't remember the scenery on the road, but I can't see it. Where is the end of drifting?

I haven't looked for your trace for a long time, and all kinds of past events seem to have lost their amorous feelings. The years passed by in a hurry, dyeing the last trace in my memory. From now on, I can only be the wind chime in front of your window, ringing the deepest echo in my memory.

Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be countless sorrows, just like the colorful years, but in retrospect, there are countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind the smile, how many bitter tears are dancing. In the chapter of memories, who fixed the tenderness into eternity and became an indelible trace in my heart.

In this way, only a warm tear can end my blurred dream with a cold line of words. This may be the story, and this may be the ending. The difference is that in the story, you are still stretching your beautiful clothes, but in the ending, I am lost in the crowds coming and going.

I don't know how long I lingered on the edge of this memory. I always thought your smile had been blurred by me. But on the yellowed rice paper, the faded handwriting depicts your face very clearly in my mind, mumbling the name that I have called for thousands of times. On such a cold night, how can I walk through the loneliness that drowns my heart?

Perhaps, meeting and parting are destined to be two levels that pass by. Just like our story, we didn't go the right way, so we went further and further, and we couldn't find the direction when we went back, leaving only some messy footprints, which were arranged like this, and there was no home.

The lost time reflects the fragments of the past, and looking at the inspiration from the horizon, a new day will come again. Broken dreams have paled my mature face, listening to yesterday's departure, but welcoming tomorrow's sigh.

I still remember that year, you danced lightly, waded through the running water and came to my side from afar. I still remember that year, you accompanied me through unforgettable journeys with laughter.

The night is as deep as ever. In the face of recording the past words, my mood is complicated. I carefully counted the bits and pieces of the past. I said to myself with vague eyes: it's time to let go, it's all over. If I love you, I should let you fly. If you become the wind, I will become the cloud, and it is enough to guard behind me silently forever.

Life is like this, wandering in pain, only to understand after losing it. It is precisely because of this that we can continue to grow and achieve. Although the process is so bitter, as long as the other party can be happy, sadness will turn into a rainbow in the horizon, even if it is a sad rainbow, the story of two people can always be fixed in that beautiful moment.

Fate comes and goes, but it can't escape. Fate came, dreamed and left, which broke my heart. ...

If you are well, it will be sunny.

Ran Yan, bless you, be sure to be happy, and enjoy my share of happiness together, so that you will be happier. For me, ......................................................................................................................................)

Last sentence: I love you forever! Inscription: If the night stops singing, leaving only a faint silhouette, will my melancholy be quiet with the silence of the night? If I let the memory stop spreading, leaving only a shallow residual temperature, will my thoughts stop with the termination of the memory?

It has been several years since our story ended, and I have been walking alone for a long time, in a daze. I can't remember the scenery on the road, but I can't see it. Where is the end of drifting?

I haven't looked for your trace for a long time, and all kinds of past events seem to have lost their amorous feelings. The years passed by in a hurry, dyeing the last trace in my memory. From now on, I can only be the wind chime in front of your window, ringing the deepest echo in my memory.

Perhaps, behind every prosperity, there will be countless sorrows, just like the colorful years, but in retrospect, there are countless nostalgia and loneliness. Behind the smile, how many bitter tears are dancing. In the chapter of memories, who fixed the tenderness into eternity and became an indelible trace in my heart.

In this way, only a warm tear can end my blurred dream with a cold line of words. This may be the story, and this may be the ending. The difference is that in the story, you are still stretching your beautiful clothes, but in the ending, I am lost in the crowds coming and going.

I don't know how long I lingered on the edge of this memory. I always thought your smile had been blurred by me. But on the yellowed rice paper, the faded handwriting depicts your face very clearly in my mind, mumbling the name that I have called for thousands of times. On such a cold night, how can I walk through the loneliness that drowns my heart?

Perhaps, meeting and parting are destined to be two levels that pass by. Just like our story, we didn't go the right way, so we went further and further, and we couldn't find the direction when we went back, leaving only some messy footprints arranged on this road without home.

The lost time reflects the fragments of the past, and looking at the inspiration from the horizon, a new day will come again. Broken dreams have paled my mature face, listening to yesterday's departure, but welcoming tomorrow's sigh.

I still remember that year, you danced lightly, waded through the running water and came to my side from afar. I still remember that year, you accompanied me through unforgettable journeys with laughter.

The night is as deep as ever. In the face of recording the past words, my mood is complicated. I carefully counted the bits and pieces of the past. I said to myself with vague eyes: it's time to let go, it's all over. If I love you, I should let you fly. If you become the wind, I will become the cloud, and it is enough to guard behind me silently forever.

Life is like this, wandering in pain, only to understand after losing it. It is precisely because of this that we can continue to grow and achieve. Although the process is so bitter, as long as the other party can be happy, sadness will turn into a rainbow in the horizon, even if it is a sad rainbow, the story of two people can always be fixed in that beautiful moment.

Fate comes and goes, but it can't escape. Fate came, dreamed and left, which broke my heart. ...

If you are well, it will be sunny.

Ran Yan, bless you, be sure to be happy, and enjoy my share of happiness together, so that you will be happier. For me, ......................................................................................................................................)

Last sentence: I love you forever!