Sing Lightly

When the lights of my world first came on, you stood in the most dazzling place. From then on, my eyes only saw your existence. No one could be seen dancing gracefully in the night. It's been a lifetime since then. In my dream, cherry blossoms were flying all over the sky, and they were so prosperous and beautiful in the early spring! The man in the dream was standing next to the swing with a gentle and elegant smile, his eyebrows were like water. The breeze blows on your face, the branches are swaying, and the moist air with an earthy smell is swaying under the old trees. When she woke up, her pillow was wet and cold. Xia Zixi didn't know how hard she would have to exert herself to get rid of this dream that had been haunting her for three years, forget about the man named Luo Feng, and hide those green, warm but heart-wrenching days of youth. Maybe all of this is due to that wrong start. Some memories pass through many times until they are unforgettable. Perhaps only after going through the entanglement can we see another kind of calmness and gentleness. Luo Feng: Perhaps I was doomed to be entangled in this life from the beginning. I still don't understand these hopeless expectations and insurmountable bonds. What is the purpose of living as a walking dead? Is it just to make each other unforgettable and torture each other until they die of old age and die? Maybe when we hate, we forget that we are still in love. Maybe we can feel alive only through pain. We always have to use a trace of obsession to confuse our gradually dying heart, so that the last remaining bit of unbearability is gone. It took us one year to fall in love and three years to forget. Two countries, 15 hours of time difference, such a long time, such a long distance, it should be easy to forget each other! Xia Zixi originally thought that no matter how festering the wound was in three years, it would scab over and heal. She thought that Jieshi and Xiaoxiang would never see each other again, but the news about his marriage in the newspapers was like thunder, and the pretense of calm fell apart and could no longer be put back together. When we meet again, we have become strangers, and the irretrievable warmth drifts away in memories. You have really become so strange, and I have become so strange too. Perhaps only by walking through the mountains and rivers over time and seeing through the vicissitudes of life can we learn to truly let go. It's just that the rustling wind in my ears seems to have been singing the sentence: "I would like to turn into a wine-colored stone, waiting for you with a sea of ​​​​flowers on the shore, allowing you to dock the rest of your life."