If I owe you a love in the world, I must accompany you to the end of the world. With you by your side, even the abyss of eternal destruction is like a paradise to me. Who spends his life serving the world, whose jade flute breaks and scatters the peach blossoms on the tree? Who spends his life smiling like a flower just for him, but only gets prosperity, which is nothing but fireworks. Life is a dream, white clouds and gray dogs, wrong and right, grudges and grudges. In the end, the sun and the moon are silent, and the water passes without a trace. Those who are abandoned are just a little obsession. Why like? "Blushing, heartbeat, no words." Can you be specific? "Insomnia, anxiety, often talking in sleep." Can you be more specific? "The rest of my life is all about you." I don't love the glitz of the world, I don't write about the turmoil of the world, I don't lament the desolation of the world, and I don't arouse feelings and sorrow.
Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever. I want this sky to be able to cover my eyes no longer, I want this earth to be able to bury my heart no longer, I want all living beings to understand my intentions, and I want all the Buddhas to disappear into thin air! The floating smoke and cold rain recall the cities and pools in the lingering dreams. In the dream, you are just like before, dressed in white and covered with snow, with flowing skirts, leaning on your sword and looking at half of the blood-stained mountains and rivers. If you don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger. Choose a city to die in your old age, meet someone with a white head, pull up a curtain to have a dream, promise to love the city for a lifetime, write a word of farewell, say a dream to sleep forever, I will spend my whole life to imprison you forever, choose someone to love deeply, and wait for someone to die.
I can't be the cinnabar mole in your heart, nor can I be the white moonlight in front of your bed. The flowers in the south of the city have bloomed. May you always be safe. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed. May you have warm winters and not be cold in spring; may you have a light when it gets dark and an umbrella when it rains. May your loved ones accompany you on your journey. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for you with a smile.
If we love each other, we will hold hands until we grow old; if we are not destined, we will keep you safe. I don't ask to stay with you, I just want to accompany you on your journey to the end of the world. The rain at night disturbs the youth, struggling in the dust, who can ask about the joys and sorrows of life, the green lantern has no color, the mountains and rivers are far and wide, the fireworks in the world, none of them are you, and none of them are not you. When I first heard it, I didn't know what the music meant, but after listening to it, I became a person in the music. Now I know that the meaning of the poem is only to shed tears, but I can't see the person who accompanied me alone. Since you are also a person in the song, why are you still listening to the song in the song? The thoughts in the song are still there, but the person in the dream is no longer there. If the sky presses me, it will split the sky; if the earth holds me, it will crush the earth. We were born free, who dares to be superior?
It can be seen that my life's hobby is nature, and no one sees the benefits of spring. If I don't watch out for the sunken fish, the falling geese, and the noise of the birds, I will be afraid of the shy flowers and the closed moon, and the flowers will tremble in sorrow. Thinking about the whirling world, with no place to fall; seeing all kinds of red and purple, turning into gray after a moment's notice. There are countless memories of the past that cannot be told, and there are three thousand floating lives that cannot be forgotten. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, and people are separated from each other with heartbreak; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting, and people are hesitant in the dim lights; traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, there are two lines of tears on the road to lovesickness; the drunkenness is strong, the heart is also drunk, and the loose sleeves of the shirt are flying; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, the world is as close as a mandarin duck; the love in the past life is a debt in this life. One day the tiger returns to the mountain, and half the sky will be stained with blood; one day the dragon takes over the water, and the Yangtze River will flow back.
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