You are riding a white horse, bright and flying. I sat by the window, smiling like a flower. You raised your head inadvertently, and I lowered my eyes unconsciously, so our eyes met. I hope time will stand still, but the years are still rushing by. Why did you come here without permission? Why is it you again, leaving quietly without saying goodbye. Maybe you and I are just passers-by who met and smiled. I can only blame your figure for being so beautiful, which broke my heart and scratched my eyes. I pray to God, if you can't have all the good things for me, then I would rather let each other's years go to waste than let others get involved in our lives. Perhaps thanks to God's blessing, there is always a vacant position beside you and me. Years pass, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust. If you can still call my name in your dreams in the next life. Then I believe that the story about you and me is not over yet. In the next life, even if I can no longer be a human being, I will be a tree full of fragrance, taking root on the road you must pass, just to send a wisp of fragrance to you on that morning when the branches are full of flowers. Even if I just watch you coming from afar on horseback, and then pass by in a hurry, never stopping for me, it is better than we have never met. The world is noisy, white clouds and gray dogs. No matter whether there is or not, whether I miss you or hate you, in my personal love, the one that belongs to you is the most beautiful.
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