Like a Song

Like a song, like a song, life is like a song, haunting my soul, what should I do? Thousands of people call your name from the bottom of my heart. I admit that I am helpless and desperate. If everything goes back to the original point, I will never choose to know you and then fall in love with you. Under the old sycamore tree in front of the brown Wali house, red ribbons fluttered in the wind, becoming a dazzling and ridiculous color. You said that as long as you turn around, I will be behind you, but why? When I turned around, I only saw that our love instantly turned into a pile of ashes in the undercurrent of time, but I stood there dumbly, helpless and helpless. She looked at him with trembling all over, and her memory suddenly fell into the thorn bushes, never to be seen again. She shook her head desperately, covered her ears and yelled at the top of her lungs: "Stop talking! Stop talking!" He grabbed her hand tremblingly and moved it to his chest and said desperately: "You must remember this feeling. It's like watching you slowly open my chest with your hands and pull out the beating heart. There is nothing here, but it hurts so much. It hurts so much that I'm about to die. Do you know?" She smiled and opened her tired and unfocused eyes, "Then let's die together. We won't be in pain or despair..."