I don't know that thousands of spring and autumn have passed, and the fallen flowers have bloomed and fallen. I can't remember how many times I met him for the first time.
Many, many things, many reincarnations, are like a dream, painful, but intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.
Fengtian said, if you didn't have so much past, maybe you would be much happier. I hold his hand on my forehead, but there are not so many ifs in this world.
The year-round snow in the Tianshan Mountains has finally melted away. The setting sun in the distance filled the world with its golden afterglow. We sat closely together and waited quietly.
At this moment, it seems that so many years of pain and sorrow can die quietly and happily in this eternally beautiful afternoon. The wounds that I had stretched to numbness during my long and painful life seemed like they could be filled in this moment.
But he just turned his head, looked at me, and said softly: "Taoyao, I will always accompany you in the long and long years to come."
The flowers fell quietly, and the petals carried by the wind stung the tearful eyes.
In the air, someone is singing: "The peach blossoms are shining brightly, and the son is in Guiyishi IKEA..."