There was another fork in the road in front of me, but I didn't know which one to choose, both sides were so tempting. I hesitated again, not knowing which way to go. I believe that everyone is a legend of success, but it is too difficult to become like that. Everyone is a successful person, and it depends on whether they will go through the road.

Tears are the most poignant stars, scattered with red dust, and they only don't blink. If the tears will also shine, I am afraid that I will make others laugh again. Where my tears were, I wonder if they would attract her attention. Looking in the ten thousand smears of smoke, looking in the hundred turns of reincarnation, I just want to find the legendary Sansheng Stone, the psychic jade in fate.

The wordless loneliness freezes the immortal heart, and when I wake up from my dream, I am already at the end of the world, but unfortunately I am not an angel, I don't have white wings, and I can't fly with her. I longed for a white horse to carry the dreams I had lost. The legend of the immortal is to take the crane, driving the crane back, I was looking for the crane in the clouds, suddenly looking back, the road when I came was so confused, and there were so many people on the road looking for dreams.

The twilight is hazy, and it is her departing figure in the faint middle; Silent in the middle of the night, dreaming of the old happy time. I don't like to be sad, so I feel more lost; I love happiness and think that happiness is eternal heaven. Now, I have replaced happiness with sorrow and heaven with confusion. I am nostalgic for my childhood, gently letting it flow from my fingers, still beautiful when I was young, like the fragrance of wildflowers all over the mountains. I feel a little ridiculous, only the heart is my own, my mouth and hands are doing things against my heart, and sometimes even my heart is lying to me, obviously she doesn't let me miss her, but I miss her very much.

Those who have wings are not necessarily angels, but they may also be birdmen. What about the birdman, who can protect her, the birdman can also be an angel.

I think of a romantic picture, smearing the slanting sun, the melodious breeze, the fragrance of flowers all over the ground, the blessings of heaven and earth, and my heart is eternal. I wish to become the angel you love the most, and open my hands and become wings to watch over you forever. Time is not full, just look at you stupidly, every day, every year, every moment you are there.

I want the whole world to know that my heart is contracted by you. In this dream-like year of youth, meeting you and making me fall in love with you is the most unforgettable and cherished memory. With you, with me, no matter how long, I will accompany you safely. In every moment with you, I make you feel the most tender and caring love, I want to torture you with my love and make you laugh.

Regardless of the future, the time of the future is rushing, but it passes more slowly, and then slowly. Slow to the point that every year is a day, a second, a moment. In this way, I can accompany you well, listen to your stories, comfort your sensitive heart, look at your slightly red pretty face, and give me the love I have.

The moment I met you, I knew I was losing. Prosperous like a dream, I lost so willingly. Lose to you my love, full of warmth like water for you to taste, let you suck greedily, let you be the happiest woman. I lost, I gave you everything I could give you, as long as I had it, as long as you wanted, I gave it to you, and what I gave you was the best I could give. I lost, I lost myself, I lost my soul, I lost falling in love with you, I lost and I made you so crazy.

It's nice to meet you. It's nice to have you. We are all ordinary people, and all we can do is experience those years. In time, we are just ants, but experience makes our small life colorful. When I meet you, I want to say out loud to you: I love you.