In the passage of time, I almost stepped into the temple of marriage. I was only one step away from spending the rest of my life with you. I once showed off your existence to the people around me, like a bright star. I almost thought that you belonged to me and became the most brilliant color in the picture of my life. Regrettably, I failed to become the favorite in your heart, and you turned into the unlovable sigh deep in my soul, like the remaining flowers in the wind, swaying in the valley of helplessness. People can never predict which seemingly ordinary farewell will actually become a farewell forever. The back figure who said goodbye inadvertently may disappear forever in the long river of time.
When a figure similar to you appears on the street, my heart wanders between expectation and fear. In that brief moment, I longed for you, but I was also afraid to face the fact that you might no longer be there. Those complicated emotions wrapped around my heart like threads, as if to remind me that your figure has been deeply engraved in my memory. When I woke up from the dream, I realized that everything was just like a passing cloud. I only noticed the faint sadness and endless longing in my heart, like the mist dissipating in the morning light. I tried to cover up my tears with a smile and the turmoil in my heart with indifference. However, no matter how hard I try, the longing that goes deep into my bones is always with me. I know that what I am pursuing is just a dream, but I am still willing to follow you, and I am as obsessed with you as a moth to a flame.
If your heart belongs to someone else, what can I do? Only like the residual lotus in the wind, slowly withering in loneliness and loneliness. This helplessness and sadness are swaying in the autumn wind like lotuses, and my heart is full of helplessness and desolation. Standing in the autumn wilderness, watching your retreating back, I know that you already belong to the distance and will never look back, but I am still waiting here. Silence does not mean that there is no wave in the heart, but that thousands of words condense on the tip of the tongue, losing the meaning of telling, like a spring sealed by ice and snow, silent.
I fantasize about riding a horse with you in the ink-stained landscape, with gurgling streams and blooming mountain flowers. However, just a gust of wind blew by, carrying the scent of flowers and moist earth, but I could no longer find any trace of you. I was left alone, with ripples in my heart.
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