readx;?? I stood alone by the river, quietly listening to the sound of flowing water. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoggaAWWX shows my tearful face reflected in the river.

The footsteps by the river faded away, and one after another people came and went. I'm the only one standing alone.

At his feet is water, flowing and waiting.

The water is slow, where can you send your thoughts?

The willow branches are clinging, and how many people can be kept in a hurry?

One thought arises, and three lives arise!

Half a lifetime missed, several times adrift!

One day, three days, five days. January, March, May.

The loss of time is a mirror that has been darkened by time, reflecting the distant backs on the river.

I don't think about it, the oath is weaker than a drizzle, and more delicate than silk. I just want to keep waiting, I just take the blue waves as my eyes.

I don't think about it, love is extinguished in the fishing fire, muddy in the shadow of the pulp, I just want to continue to wait, I just, I just take forgetting as a memory.

How long will I have to wait for that person's face to be reflected in the water, and perhaps only a flood of despair will drown me completely.

How easy it is to give up, and how many times in a lifetime to give up.

Once I left you for the U.S. and missed you, it's true. Now it's true that I'm waiting for you, wait for you to come back, wait for you to come back and let me tell you that our story can start again.

Late snow this autumn, prosperous summer.

I am up and down in waiting, and I am getting old in waiting.

I just don't want to miss you, I just want to tell you that I still love you.

Maybe it's just a fragment of despair before waking up, but I'm still waiting for you.

Spend all this life waiting for you, waiting for you to come back, let's start again, waiting for you to come back and embrace me in your arms.

No matter whether the waiting is fruitful or not, no matter whether the person who is waiting will come back or not, just keep the expectations in your heart, wait, wait until the earth is barren, and wait until the end of the years.

Will he really come back?

I never doubted, and I didn't want to doubt, because of love, so persistent, because of love, so willing to wait.

There has never been a contradiction like waiting, intertwined with pain and joy, hope and despair, the bravest and most vulnerable.

So I clung to that little hope, and grew old in waiting. Waiting for that little bit of fear without regrets.

No matter how long it takes, whether you come back or not, I will wait for you.

Waiting, but it is a person's initial old age.

I am old in waiting, and I am waiting in old age.

Wait!

I grew old without regrets.

―――――― there will always be someone waiting here silently, one year or two years, four years and ten years, always looking forward to meeting the right person, in the best season, prosperous summer, twilight snow this autumn.

If you don't believe it, it's because you haven't met the right person yet...... The one who is willing to wait for you, who is willing to wait for you.

No matter how long it takes, you will keep waiting, just because you don't want to miss it.

Just because ......

Missing is more painful than waiting.