If there are really heavenly beings with supernatural powers in this world of Suva, I hope to exchange ten years of life for another chance, I will also choose to meet "you", love "you", in this every morning swaying day, in every obscure and deep lock of the three watch days, these sleepless days, is the evidence that "you" is vaguely there, so I am not alone, but I am lonely!

Leaving a city for a person, and coming to a city again for a person, whether it is this familiar or that once, as long as there is "you", I will always exist in this vast space. Although I haven't been in touch for a long time, and I haven't seen each other close at hand, and you won't contact me again, or even disdain me, but my concern has been growing, and even hanging fruit, in this minute and second, step by step.

In fact, who has not been stupid when he was young, and has not been ridiculed by anyone, but life is his own, youth is also his own, I am willing to be humble and humble again, until it is low to the dust, and then in this dust there are two flowers, one hides love, and the other carries growth.

It is said that life is in a hurry, gathering and scattering karma, so everything is left to time, although I know that you will not return now, and even have nothing to do with me, but this can be a little worse than now, I would rather be ridiculed by others as a fool, I don't want my youth to die so easily, even if in the end I still can't escape the end of silently blessing you, even if there is no original witness in the last time, my heart is still the same, from spring to autumn.

There is one of the most poignant processes called "easy to live up", there is a most sober ending called "long gone", love deep love shallow, gradually drifting away, I really want to bless, it seems that there is only a blessing left, although occasionally I can hear your message picture, warm and heartbroken, this is your new beginning old story, I thought you were not "you", but gradually I found that you are still "you", and I am no longer "me", although in fact I have been changing, in doing my best self, but I understand, the stupid "me" at the beginningIt's the best "me" I've ever done in my life.

It's a pity that time flies, everything at the beginning began to be dissipated by time, those words, these green years, are gone, although they are long gone in the real space, but ah, they will always exist in the dream of reverie.

How do you let go of true love, how can you start if you really give, listen to the manipulation of time, or hide in the corner of bodhichitta? I did it, but the "heart" didn't let me go, it was torturing, it was confiding, it was telling me, don't forget, be brave, be brave.

But I can't do it, I can't do it, because I can only go and not do it, because I can only bless you well, even if my heart is about to bloom with blood, and the fruit of my heart's thoughts has already matured!