One day in a certain year and month, I inadvertently glanced at you, everything was so coincidental, so predestined.

The feeling of déjà vu is like a reappearance of your past life in this life.

You stand quietly, standing at the end of the world, gentle and elegant, quiet and peaceful.

Just as some people are born enemies, you are not destined to be friends with me at first sight.

You are alone and beautiful in the crowd, proud and lonely, cold and deep.

Just this one glance, and only this one glance, it will haunt my dreams, and it will sink into my heart, and it will be hard to forget.

If meeting is a kind of beauty, then acquaintance is a kind of joy.

Everything is so natural, so appropriate, so lingering, so poetic.

Those mornings, those nights, like the ripples of the breeze on the water, are so thrilling and thrilling in silence.

If knowing each other is the immersion of each other, then love is the understanding and attachment of each other.

We have given each other so much, understanding and comfort, support and encouragement, happiness and happiness, longing and wandering.

Although we have never interlocked our fingers and never relied on each other, the thoughts and concerns in our hearts are flooding and spreading all the time.

How many years can people survive in the mortal world, and how much can they have? These few months seem to be short, but in fact they have taken up a few precious fractions.

Nothing is unchanging, and it is impossible to have anything until eternal life and eternity.

From the first sight to wishing you happiness, all kinds of things during this period are not a beautiful aftertaste?

How about being stupid once, why be stupid once? Life must pass, the scenery along the way is important, innocence is the best.

There is no right or wrong, nothing worthless, no absurdity and no regrets, just that sentence - yes, I miss you.

You have your life, I have my life, if you can't intersect, why bother with it?

Isn't letting go an interpretation of love?

"Will I give you my heart? Wait for me for another three years, wait for me for another three years? ”

I don't want your heart, I don't want anything from you, and your good is the best for me.

Be yourself, to fulfill your dreams, to enjoy your life, to find the love that belongs to you, your happiness is my happiness······

- Blue Rain

Love is lonely in the depths, and the spring heart is full of flowers.

How much lovesickness pays for ashes, and the world is young and stubble.

-- Teacher Dervishesh