Everyone's life is a perfect novel, we can't choose the beginning, but we can choose the process, we can't choose the content of the story, but we can run our own story, whether it's good or bad. It may not be the best, it may not be the most beautiful, but it must be unique.

So, where do you start with the story? I don't know. Gotta ask you, ask your heart.

People say that we all ended up living the most hated versions of ourselves, and I didn't want to do that, so I struggled until I was exhausted, and I still didn't want to compromise. One day, I went to climb the mountain, stood on the top of the mountain and looked down, as if I had seen all my life and everything in the world. At the same time, we are also looked up to by all things under the mountain, thinking that we have taken off the time, out of the world, don't we know, but we are still in the world, and at the same time, we are also enjoying it. Just like the ascetics of the past and present, they pursued the supreme and supreme realm. They tried to break through the red dust and get rid of the mortal dust, breaking off six roots and destroying seven emotions. And one day, when he thought he had achieved great cultivation, he found that Hongchen was still the same Hongchen, and he was also the same as before, how to go about the rest of the road?

One day, I met you from the sea of people, knew each other, fell in love, you and I both thought it was fate, everything should naturally fall into place, and there was a perfect ending. But none of us can imagine that the beginning is always the beginning, and the end is always the end, which can be relevant or irrelevant. It's like, you can accompany me to the end of the world, but I can't, drag you down. Originally, it was just my suffering, but now I have to divide this suffering into two parts and bear it together.

What is the best wish? It is not a smooth journey, nor is it wishing you well, nor is it wishing you good luck. I hope that, if you can, in your life, there will be no separation, only death. God knows what we're going through. It's like in the past, I didn't believe in fate, but later, I believed and believed in that. If you still don't believe it, it can only mean that your head is relatively iron, and you are not afraid. And she said, "Why can't I see anything in your eyes?" I said, "It was possible in the past, when there was heaven and earth and people and even stars and seas." It's just that it was gone.

That night, the moonlight was like a wash, sprinkled on the ground, as if it had a shallow layer of frost, and the earth was bright and quiet, without a single sound. You are wearing a white dress, so beautiful in the moonlight, white, like a white lotus in front of the Buddha, and then, quietly blooming. You ran up to me with a smile and said, "I'm going to stack myself with you, so that even the shadows won't be separated." I laughed and said you were stupid, and you said, I was stupid.

It wasn't until later that I realized that I was a passer-by in your life, that I passed by your whole world, and that you were just the one standing on the rooftop looking at the scenery.

If I can not say goodbye, I hope that from now on: my night is yours, your day is mine, I am your armor, you are my weakness;

Even my tears, my smiles, my strength and my stubbornness, all of this is yours, my night is a dream that you can reach out to touch, and your day is a reality that I can sit on as soon as I bow my head.

I only hope you will show me a sweet smile, because when you laugh, my whole world seems to begin to wake up, and my bones are soaked with tenderness that cannot be dissolved.

It would be nice if all the suffering and suffering could be wiped out with a tear. In this way, I can be ruthless, pick a time, pick a place where no one is, and cry out all the sufferings in this life at one time, and then, with your whole life, I can be so happy and happy.

Since then, all your voices and smiles have only been in my memories, the deepest memories, and I dare not open them easily. If you can, give me a heart of stone, which will not move or hurt. will only crumble into a pair of slag at the most collapsed time.

The following year, the swallow in front of the hall came again, and the peach blossoms were still blooming, but you were long gone. Maybe you don't know that I have asked the wind of the spring equinox to bring you a message, and say goodbye to the peach forest behind the house for me, and say, next year, no, it will not be necessary to open it again. I am not a poet, I can't write beautiful verses, I can't read the flowers in my dreams, and I can't see the peach and willow green all over the mountains.

One evening, the window was full of noisy sounds, but the room was very quiet, like another world, just you and me, I lay on your lap, listening to you tell jokes, and then gently stroked my face, laughing at me like a child, you don't know how relieved I am, how to stay together at that moment, we don't say that the sky lasts forever, nor does we say that the sea is dry, just quietly enjoy the beauty and uniqueness of this moment. Because only this moment is truly and truly ours of each other. Listen to the soft piano music, talk about your thoughts, and then laugh at all the suffering and unhappiness.

Although we both understand that this time does not belong to you and me, time will one day take it all away, leaving not even a trace of it. So what's the matter? At that time, all I need is a glass of bitter wine, a cigarette, and one person, digest all the sadness, and then swallow it all with a grit of teeth and a closed eye. Then, I was still me, the same chic as the wind, unfathomable and full of laughter.

It's just why, time has never been chattered, it comes when it is said, and it leaves when it is said. It's almost too late for me to get ready.

If the past can be drunk, then the memories are not a hangover. It's just that it's always too far away, who can say for sure? People are all subject to change, so how can I assert myself. It's just that as long as I can keep myself going, I won't change, and that's enough.

Oh, that's fine, I'm afraid that there will be a reason to make myself make the decision to escape at some point.

If one day, you follow my footprints, without the slightest deviation, and walk all the roads I have walked, to the ends of the earth. Perhaps, only then can I be perfectly integrated into your life, because my breath and shadow are everywhere, and then, two breaths of soul, eternal life and eternity, never to be separated again.

On such a quiet night, you may have slept peacefully, and I am still dominated by memories. It is said that once a person likes memories, he is old. Old?

People come and go, and the city is generous and glow-in-the-dark

Like a teenager, he is not afraid of the years

The encounter is too short, and I can't wait for the tea to cool

If you are a resident, I will accompany you through this scene!

No matter how difficult it is, I hope that in such a quiet night, I can chew all the suffering with cold water and smoke alone, and then swallow it hard, even if it hurts my heart, it is just me, it is enough! Wait for the sun to come out, pick a layer of favorite painting skin, and continue to be a quiet person.