The story is too sad.
So sad that it makes you unable to shed a tear.
The depth of affection is beyond words.
Never forget,
Never leave or forsake,
But the ending is always hard to accept.
When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood.
Nothingness is existence, and existence is nothingness.
Your breath is air.
It can be cold or warm.
It will sting and feel cold.
She will also be full of gentleness.
You can see it.
You can smell it.
You can even touch it.
The air will change.
It can be water.
It could be snow.
It could also be dust.
Just like you,
Clean and beautiful
But it makes people feel sorry for her.
Like snow under the warm winter sun,
Shining brightly
I’m afraid the sun will melt it.
I want to hold her tightly in my arms.
But they didn’t know the body temperature.
It’s torture for it too.
You are suited to the wind.
Suitable for rain.
It’s just not suitable for someone like me with a story to tell.
Our individual stories intersect.
Their lives met.
It’s just a knot that can’t be untied.
This knot is a matter of life and death.
And everyone is relentlessly heading towards death.
Stories transcend geographical boundaries.
Sorrow is everywhere.
The story has no weight.
Yet everywhere, the oppressive atmosphere filled people with dread.
I often think of how you look in my eyes.
At this moment,
night,
It’s still very long.
And my fingers can no longer touch your warmth.
Saying they don’t love wealth and luxury,
I only hope to stay together until the end of my life.
One cannot help but mention the saying, “I regret all day long that I don’t have enough to gather.”
I can’t forget it.
I can’t let go.
Unable to obtain
Unable to obtain love
I wish I could,
I can’t believe it.
Unable to think about it
Cannot read it
It is unbearable to feel pain.
Two eyes are not a forest.
Tian Shi has a heart,
Everything is a seed.
Only burial,
Only then can there be hope.
You are the softest curve in my life.
Even if they go far away,
It is also a landscape worth remembering.
Years later,
Between the lines,
I and the other person look at each other.
They remained silent.
This is utterly absurd.
in the end,
They’re all just doing the work for someone else’s benefit.
This is utterly absurd.
Our story is an unspeakable sorrow.
The past is unseen.
Unable to make sense of it all.
Everyone is their own sacrificial offering.
Accompanying the land beneath one’s feet,
Separation is the inevitable end from the moment we meet.
There is nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to escape
The cycle of life and death
Death and life are vast.
Time is the cruelest poison.
Forgetting is the most painful ending.
Some stories are too sad.
There was even a sense of despair.
Beautiful
It hurts.
Everything I wanted to protect will turn to smoke.
Turn into mist,
Smoke curls up,
Unable to catch it
Unable to keep them
Time is a knife.
Engraved in the years,
It then became a painting.
But these paintings are all stained with blood.
A painting bearing wounds.
How painful that must have been!
I can’t forget both new and old sorrows.
Sorrow is a wound that can be healed.
The wound is a sorrow that cannot be healed.
The pain sometimes stops.
Just like wine,
It will wake up eventually.
But after that numbness,
The pain upon regaining consciousness was overwhelming and unbearable.
Pain is a personal matter.
The sadness is felt by countless people.
The pain doesn’t stop.
The sadness will continue to spread.
You will see the grass sprouting new buds in spring.
And we cannot avoid seeing the autumn grass turn to ashes.
This world is not all happiness.
More,
It is a sorrow that you can never predict on the road ahead.
Under the gauze window,
Young master, you are not destined for this place.
In the loess ridge,
Why are you so unlucky?
Deeply in love,
Even so, it couldn’t overcome the impending end of three lifetimes of fate.
I’ve missed the ending in this life.
Missing this life
That was Xiao Xiao for a lifetime.
A future life where the camera cannot be seen.
Where can we find this person now?
