Real love, real stories, the real me.
You said;
You were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born.
I wish I could live with you at the same time, but I will be with you every day.
If this is Les' love, then we are the most destined.
I said before that I don't believe in fate, I believe that everything depends on man-made efforts.
That year, I stood behind you, that year, you said you loved me.
That year, we sat on the bench in Xiaoyaojin and dreamed about our future.
That year, I thought this was the future.
That year I was at the train station heading to Tibet, and I said, come with me. You fell silent.
That year, I stood in front of the Potala Palace and shouted, I love you.
That year, I stood in Namtso at an altitude of 4800, holding roses in my hands, and told you to marry me, I can give you happiness, even if I am T and a woman.
That year, I lost you. . . . . .
Love is a torment, but to me it is a luxury.
Les love is more helpless.
Late at night, what accompanies me is the silence as always.
I miss you, what about you?