Looking forward to a heart-to-heart encounter!

Hearing this, I woke up in a certain month of a certain year when I left in winter. I want to wait, I expect, but the future cannot be arranged for this. Cloudy day, evening, outside the window, there is someone waiting for the future. Turn left to right, look forward, love will take a few turns to come. What kind of dialogue will I have when I meet? How far is the future of our people. I heard the wind coming from the subway and the crowd. I lined up with the number plate of love. I flew forward, over a sea of time, and we were hurt in love. I saw the entrance of the dream was a bit narrow. It was the most beautiful accident that I met you. One day, my answer will be solved. Jinse [1] The days slip away from the fingertips like this. The winter snow cleared away and the magnolia blossoms. The expected encounter seems to be at the unknown end, the distant sight of this shore, the waste of the other shore. Looking forward to a heart-to-heart encounter, which is as comfortable and comfortable as the gentle breeze in March. Looking forward to a heart-to-heart encounter, which is a heart-to-heart communication. Looking forward to a heart-to-heart encounter, when the camellia blossoms, it still smells dark. Who allowed me to meet each other, who waited for the next intersection, and who wrote a clear word with heavy pen and ink? Meet, in order to meet you, willing to bear endless loneliness, just waiting for your appearance. [2] There is a place in my heart where a shadow lives. This place is bright, warm and pleasant, and I don’t want to let it be high-profile. Most of the time, I would stand in this comfortable corner and look at this shadow in a daze and silence. If this is called miss, then it is better to say happiness. This spring, my shadow and I met each other in the words and said nothing. This spring, my shadow and I ran in the sunshine, holding hands. This spring, my shadow and I snuggled in the corner and hugged. I want to find a place to plant a sunflower and the smell of sunshine all over the sky. When will the sunflower become a sea and there will be an endless song when the day I have been looking forward to for a long time comes, I want to sing me to you. Let’s sing together while we are as young as flowers and have a long journey. [3] There are many people in this world who meet us and pass by each other. Some people’s lives are always in two disjoint straight lines, scattered side by side, we walked very far together. Finally, we suddenly realized that we had never intersected or started from the realization of the present. In many long days, there are voices that are easy to be blurred and easily remembered, and always appear around you inadvertently. But when you met him again, you couldn’t see each other’s faces clearly. Miss. That kind of slight, sad and strong miss will be brewed from the bottom of my heart before doing everything. If you are here, if you know, will I do better. One foot of water-like warmth, one meter of wind-like sunshine, and a lifetime of happiness. We need such happiness as water and wind. Living in the sadness of memory is better than living in the sunshine of memory.

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