Love is like ink and blue flowers

I'm looking at the deep and sad parting, but I'm not cold when I leave the starry dew.

The moon and mountains are far away.

--Yu Ruoxi

In a sea of people, I can always recognize your figure over many shoulders. I have seen this figure in my dreams millions of times and it has been engraved on my heart for a long time. I turned my thoughts into a piece of autumn leaves, and when you passed by on your bike, I would gather my long-awaited mood and slowly slide down from your shoulder with the gentle dance steps. The only difference in the dream is that I did not dare to meet you.

The heart of the wind is written in the clouds, I take the wind as the name and the dream as the mirror, only in the dream, I dare to meet with you. There is no cloud, so a thousand years of waiting against the light, a moment, that fallen secret over time and space. There was a thousand-year dream, a long sigh, falling into the wind.

The Bible once said, "Remember the years we have walked together, remember the love, remember the time."

I will always remember you, regardless of the flow of time, this love remains the same, even if the earthly world is all wrong.

I like the sad songs that I used to listen to with you. Those songs have always listened to, in the midnight, can listen to tears. So greedy to listen to, listen, can not sleep.

The ticking of the clock gradually invites sleep, listening, listening to fall asleep. There is a sadness that makes one's heart feel hollowed out, and then one will curl up and hug oneself tightly so that the world does not seem so empty. The only thing that makes me feel good is that I can still remember all of the times I regretted and the thoughts I had.

I am grateful that fate has treated me so well, there are more than four million people on the earth every day in the wrong shoulder, but I can meet you in the most beautiful years.

I remember every word you said, I remember you holding me and crying, I remember your hot tea when I had a cold, I remember you saying you loved the cherry blossoms of Tokyo, the lavender of Paris, the twilight of London. Remember your clarity in those thin and cool seasons, remember your perfect side face.

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Remember you so that you do not lose touch with what moves you.

Even if the years wear off, I can still clearly remember how warm you were at my right hand to wrap up my grief.

How could I forget you? The memory of your shadow gently and lightly accompanied. I will only try to live, you will be moved if you see it, right?

The old people often ask me, "How are you doing these days? I can always smile and say, "Don't worry, I will always be so good.

The distance you , please believe.

The distance you , please believe. There will definitely be a day when we will live an enviable life, walking with a smile on our face.

There must be a day when we can cry over a moving picture in a movie, as we have done in the past.

The day will surely come when we can talk about the past in the field of dogwoods, sing the songs you love together, talk about your heart, cross the sunset of the first warmth than shoulder.

I remember a person once said to me, you walk so fast, why not turn back once? If you turn around, you can find me always standing behind you, standing where you can see me, never far away. I know that I did the same for him. Baby Anne said, "Some things can be forgotten, some things can be remembered, some things can be willingly, and some things have been powerless."

The world is not perfect, but what is really crippled is oneself. The situation is created by the heart, the face of this powerlessness, but also can only choose to let nature take its course, looking forward to perhaps one day, you can fully understand.

There are two lines of tears in the world, one line flowing in the earthly world, is attached. One line flowing in the heart, is love. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on this.

If time has changed, the world has darkened, when the whole world has closed its eyes, I will still look for your figure in my dreams. I would like to hold your hand to the green silk and white hair, the sea is still this love.