Meng Nihong

Maybe all the love, hate, sorrow, joy and sorrow are just passing clouds in the eternal light of the sun and the moon. Maybe all the fierce struggles, tears and blood are just an unwarranted illusion. But I am still willing to love, even though I know that it is like the neon red in a dream, fleeting and fleeting. Even though I know that such gorgeous beauty, I can never grasp it. Even knowing the price of pain and sorrow. I am still willing to love, and I am still willing to struggle for it. At least at the end of my life, when I look back, my eyes will not be blank. You won't be lonely, we have so many people to remember. Without regrets, we have lived so vividly. Nothing will last forever, but the moment they shock the soul, they have become eternity. And we are like a flower containing fire, opening, burning, painful and happy. We go through reincarnations unwilling to end. Life after life, the flowers bloom undefeated. Let Meng Nihong open up with our love. After a long, long time, when we are lost in the vast world, when we are strangers to each other's faces, when you no longer have me in your memory, when everything fades into the smoke and dust of yesterday, at least it will still remember for us that we once loved each other like this.