Endless oblivion beats endless watch, my fate is so, and my desire follows. I shrouded myself with the residual warmth you left behind, just so that you could see me, let you feel me, just so that I could let go, so that I could let go of all my delusions. I was almost gone, I thought I was almost gone, I was even relieved, I thought I was all relieved. It's just that there are too many stories I want to tell you, but there are too many words I want to say to you, but I keep my heart closed, but I am silent, but you have disappeared.

In the sky of my dreams, you are still like mist, you are still like a dream, like the tears in my eyes, like the petals rippling in my veins. All I know, I know, clearly: I still love you, and I continue to do so. I only understand, clearly understand: I miss you so much, so sincerely, so far away.

In those days when I couldn't find any news of you, sometimes I would suddenly wake up from the middle of the night, sometimes at dawn, sometimes from a long period of self-deception, and when I woke up, I closed and opened my eyes, and when I woke up, I remembered you and regretted you. I'm packing my bags and leaving to find you. One day, I hope to find you, tap the door of your heart, and open it.

It's been a long, long time, my silent crush, and without you knowing, one love is so many years. I want you to look back at me, and I look forward to you turning around and liking me. For a long, long time, many things have slowly become a habit, such as habitually opening up your space, habitually opening your old photos, such as I still dare not open my mouth to confess, such as you are still far away.

There is always a river in my sky, and his name is where you are now, and you are far away in the sky, and you are close to my heartstrings. When no one is around, I always open the map and look at the small town in the east of the motherland, over and over again. When I'm bored, I always turn the picture open, there is your hometown, there is my Eden, it is my second home. Maybe at the moment you are facing the sea, but I only fantasize about looking at it here, maybe you are walking the streets with people at this time, but I am just alone and melancholy. Where you are, where is my unique yearning.

There is always such a name in my world, that place is called Jiaojiang, you are Jiaojiang's sister, you are my motivation and original intention to understand Jiaojiang. I can't forget your appearance in endless forgetting, and I can't see Jiaojiang in endless watch. Maybe one day I can walk to you, maybe one day I can walk into it, maybe, we will finally meet in this place.

You are a cloud in the sky, I am a duckweed in the heart of the wave, we look at each other from afar, we look at each other without words. It's just that your posture is high, which makes me feel inferior, so that I only dare to sneak into your eyes. I want to go with the flow, as long as I can float along the river to the gate of your house, I am willing to go downstream, to the downstream, to the mouth of the Jiaojiang River.

For many years, I have been sailing in my own life, and I have wandered in my own time. I have seen the beautiful sunset, I have passed by the lonely aspen, I have met the girl I love, and I have missed her delicate face. I remember her graceful posture, I remember her light and chic steps, I remember her gentle and elegant, and I also remember him hiding his face and shyness. For many years, I have been thinking of her with all my heart.

After a lot of reminiscences, and a lot of tossing and turning, I have decided to open up all myself, open my heart, open up the years, and open up all the light and darkness I have. Open to hug, I want to open my hands to hug you. Before hugging, I forgot all about myself, forgot the loss and panic I had, forgot the regrets and disappointments, forgot the regrets and sorrows, forgot the sadness, forgot the heartbeat and tension that spread endlessly.

I will look for you all the way, I will crush all the joy and sorrow of my heart, pave the road you have walked, pave it into a faint starlight, pave it to the place where you have gone. You are the bright star of the starlight, illuminating my long night, illuminating the direction I seek, and illuminating my heart. I looked up, I looked down, I thought, I was in a hurry. I hurried towards you, into this long avenue of stars.

This road is so long, so long that I can't see you, this road is so hard, my thoughts can't get your echo. There shouldn't have been waiting, there shouldn't have been illusions, and I should have forgotten about you, but unfortunately I couldn't. Where you go, the wind and rain are fragrant, there are a few kinds of before and after, birds chirping, sheng flute sounding, left, left and right lines of frost. People are speechless, animals are silent, and the fence wall at the foot of the green hills.

I'm so afraid that I'll be late, I'm so worried that someone will marry you in advance, I'm going all the way, I'm going to dare, I'm always behind many people. I've walked where you've walked, I've passed through the streets you've passed, I've taken all my hopes as hopes, and I've taken all your dreams as dreams.

Acacia can't be stopped, I dare not forget my thoughts, a few thoughts are blocked in my heart, I stand in this distant place and look at you in the distance. I can't know who you're thinking about, I don't know what you're thinking, I don't know if you're happy, I don't know if you're sad or sad. I stand in the west, looking at my east, where the dawn is shining, where the morning sun is auspicious, where you are in the east, which is the direction I am facing.

I'm all the way to the east, I'm all the way to you, I'm all the way to you in my heart. I'm missing you, I'm longing for a love, longing for you to give me a love. I know I'm fantasizing a lot, I'm fantasizing about everything about you. I have fantasized that you and I are in love, I have imagined that you also hang me up and think about me, and I have also imagined that one day the wind and the sun are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, you and I will walk around the streets and alleys together.

I have imagined countless reunions, and I fantasize about meeting you, meeting in spring, meeting in Akita, meeting in the four seasons of the year, meeting you as if it would be tomorrow. I fantasize, I dream, I look forward to it, my heart is pounding, my head is cranky, my body can't help but laugh as if there is you everywhere. I look forward to seeing you again, no matter what time it is, no matter what season, it is the most beautiful ending to be able to meet.

The distance of a thousand miles is not far away, the distance of a thousand miles is not long, and the lovesickness of a thousand days is disgusting. For thousands of days and nights, I thought about me, I remembered, I thought about it, it was torment, it was torture, it was pain, it was willing, it was no regrets, no resentment, no hesitation. It's a pity that you never came, and I never went, we were so far apart, and I was so long-lost.

You are a long dream, haunting your heart and spleen night after night, day after day. I was full of joy and apprehension, and I was humble and hesitant. My days can no longer hide a you, I start to be confused, I start to be confused, I just want to have you to rely on. My heart is full of thoughts, pretending to be you, pretending to be hope and sunshine, but now my heart is full of sadness, my world is shrouded in layers of dark clouds again and again, and I am lost in one period of loneliness and sorrow.

I seek, I search, I search, without you, my heart is like a barren weed. It is lonely, its branches are withered and its leaves are yellow, it is tired and decadent, and he is raining and windy. I know that my days are sick, and he is occupied little by little by emptiness and loneliness, conquered by sorrow and sorrow, ruined by regret and regret.

One day, I was on that high hill, beside the lazy grain pile on the mountain, I recalled all the past, I looked back at all the past, from childhood to adulthood, from far to near, from meeting and separation, I remembered the past little by little. I thought of you, and I remembered that time and time, and so on, and so on, and so on.

I know I should thank you, even after so long, when I think of you, my heart is still beating, my heart is still beating, and my heart is still full of joy. I know that your appearance is my endless light, high above, bright and bright, driving away all my thick gloom and blowing away my thin gloom.

I also knew that maybe I should have forgotten about you, but unfortunately I never did. I know I should be careful to take you away from my heart, not to bring it up, not to disturb, and it is better to dissipate it with the wind. It's best to have you in your heart, it's better to have you in your dreams, and everything about the future, it's better to do without you. After all, it's better to forget than to be haggard.

In these days without you, everything doesn't seem to get too bad, it's still the same life, it's still the same to eat and sleep. It's just that there is a little more loneliness, and there is a little more distraction. There is also the occasional emptiness and boredom, and the occasional resentment and sentimentality. It's as if a person's soul is separated, swimming and wandering in different places. I long to wander beside you, on your streets. I tossed and turned, tossing and turning in the years that passed, and also in the days of my dreams.