Walking
[If a man doesn't have a long mouth and doesn't realize it, I'm left to follow my heart. I deserve to be unable to catch up.]
[The little girl, the poor little girl, can take care of herself and grow up well, and finally she didn't run far away]
Meeting, meeting again, meeting again, meeting again, meeting again, then this is not a meeting, wake up!
After Charsi's mother died unexpectedly, she resigned and went to Tibet to make a serious living and explore her mother's footprints. During this process, various objective forces were forced to travel to many places, and she discovered that her mother's death was not simple. Finally, when she came to a tombstone with her name engraved on it, she was shocked to realize that she might not even be herself.
After meeting Shang Yao for the first time, Xia Xi could meet him no matter where he went. Why? There is a secret that has been going on for more than twenty years, and he seems to be involved in it from beginning to end.
Why are they all people with stories.
Because the years of peace and quiet are other people.
And they,
On the road.
They are on the road, waiting for someone.
Met you.
In the future and in the future.
They are all on the road to happiness.
The thoughts you write down at this moment, the words you want to say, and the thoughts hidden in your heart can all be sealed in an envelope. You don't need to send it out immediately, you don't need to receive it immediately. Slowly, then slower, across the long years, wait until the right day, and then travel across mountains and rivers to reach the hands of the right person.
Mountains and rivers are far away and time is slow. The worries I write today will arrive as promised in a few years. Looking back, these years are all about waiting for the person you are waiting for.
It doesn't have to be you.
It doesn't have to be me.
But it has to be you and me.
The world is so big,
Just the right time,
Just the right place,
Together we become the irreplaceable you and me.
A letter to be sent ten years from now.
A secret that has been buried for more than twenty years.
Seems like a chance encounter.
Already entangled.
Intention: Be content with the situation
