In this world that has long been defined by the secular world, in order to love you, I have turned my back on the whole world. Secular concepts have long been ingrained into human nature. My remaining courage comes from loving you from the bottom of my heart. Your memory is the air that continues to live...
Time has passed and the flowers on the other side have bloomed, but you are no longer here, leaving me alone to wander in the world... With your love, I feebly look forward to the flowers on the other side turning from bright red to white...
Intention: The Buddha said that only by looking back at the past life five hundred times can we pass by in this life. I met you in the vast sea of people, got to know each other, and fell in love with you. I once thought that I might have exhausted all my luck and luck in order to meet you in this life. Maybe, maybe, this fate is not enough to support this sky of love. So, they hate each other and hate each other, but they still use humble expectations to strengthen the dream of mutual commitment and dependence. Sing Sanskrit music in front of the Buddha, kowtow every step of the way, make all kinds of wishes, and use the remaining light of life to look forward to a gorgeous beginning and final ending. There are no scratches, like your catkins. You are like an angel in a fairy tale, with your beautiful love, weaving a prosperous spring for me. As long as I know that you are by my side, I am as happy as a bird; as long as I know that you love me, I am unspeakably lucky; as long as I know that you are happy, I will be extremely happy; as long as I know that I can be with you forever, my joy is not locked in a dream. However, there is not always spring in the garden of love, just like the cycle of seasons. Flowers bloom on the other side, and the flowers and leaves are separated in the end. This is a destined rule, and it is also the bondage of the mortal world. When everything is gone, it is no longer as warm as before. What is lost is gone, just like a dream. The longing is torn off and brought back to reality. Your "unreasonable" planted the poison of my regret. What you can't go back to is the starting point. When your final break has been embedded in your mind, the water in the sea is churning to the bitter end. "We can't go back now." Our story is very much like Shijun and Manjian in Zhang Ailing's works, and very much like Dongyang and Zhanyan in Tianruoyouqing.