The distant city is like a dream, the reflection is like a dream, the Xiaoxiang love that the former dust can't grasp, far away from the noisy and flashy red dust, drifting in the world of dreams, looking at the other side of the years, looking back at the love words that your predecessors told in my ear, let me listen to you quietly, and say that the heart of a broken life - inscription

A love, tossing and turning in the long river of years, looking back. Entangled year after year, following the footsteps of time, into the heart, quietly infiltrating into the sleeping dream in the gap of the night, in the dream, fluttering steps, elegantly gazing at the ferry of time, stepping on the fallen leaves that were abused by the wind, so quietly falling in the dream, quietly drunk.

I always thought that meeting was just for one day to join hands with each other. But in the passage of time, the deepest love has also been lost from the fingers little by little, unable to withstand the washing of the years, and the wisps of tenderness have also turned into a faint resentment, placed in the thousands of miles of sky, entrusted to the clouds to dissipate the sky.

Sometimes, I always like to return in the tunnel of time, watch the beauty of the years, fly up and dance with the colorful butterfly shadows, to collect the artistic conception of flowers, and intoxicate my heart. But the beautiful scenery will eventually wither in the inadvertent retrospective, the beauty is so short, what remains is only the imagination and deep desire and nostalgia for it.

Sometimes, I can't tell the difference between imagination and nostalgia, I don't know if it's my speculation about imagination, but the nostalgia that I once had, and I don't want to lose it. Looking at the summer sun, the spring dream has become empty, looking back on the original meeting, sadness and joy are blended.

I still remember the moment when we first held hands with each other, the warm breath spread, and it was filled with happiness that was far away for a long time. But now, it has become a fantasy that drifts away with the wind. At this moment, I still clearly remember the love words you told in my ear, the promises you made.

At that time, I heard you say: 'Say that your love for me will never change, it will only exist because of me.' But there was only that one bloom, just like fireworks blooming in the sky, the beauty of the moment, leaving endless regrets and sighs.

At that time, I heard you say, 'You will accompany me through the rest of my life and put on my wedding dress.' But before touching the corner of the wedding dress, you and I have walked at the fork in the road of years, far away from our dreams, away from our red dust.

At that time, I heard you say: 'Whether I am crying, hurting, hurting, or tired, you will always be there, and your arms will always be a harbor for me to rely on.' And now I cry so much that I can no longer find my harbor, which has been submerged by the tide and immersed in the bottom of the sea.

At that time, I heard you say: 'Your promise to me will be fulfilled and will not become a lie.' But all this turned into a lie after all, who said that the vow of the alliance is the testimony of each other's life of inseparability? When the years pass and the fate dissolves little by little, no matter how persistent the promise is, no matter how romantic the vow will be broken.

In the end, I realized that the original promise was just casual talk, and the original vow was just the sweet words of love. I never doubted what I said to you, but I was too attached to you, knowing that moths were fighting fires, but I didn't dodge.

At this moment, I silently leaned on the door of the red dust, watching the couples who snuggled up to each other under the flowers, and I was lonely and picked up the memories that belonged to me, leaving a drop of clear tears, annihilating the most beautiful promise at the beginning, leaving only the endless vicissitudes and sorrows of the years.

If I had known that this would be the end, would I still like you to say it in my ear? When I got to the end, I could only use blank space to cover up my heart, and let the distance explain the end.