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Distant person, can you hear that faint yearning, in the same sky, then the separation of the Milky Way, will forever stay?

"The word 'love' was tied up because it was too deep, but in the end, it was merely fate. Meeting is fate, interacting is fate, parting is fate, and parting is fate." The word 'love' was tied up because it was too deep, but in the end, it was only fate.

Zhang Song gently caressed the grave that already had grass growing on it, as precious tears of farewell silently flowed down his face. In the end, after bidding farewell to Mu Xinyi, he finally took a step that was filled with the vicissitudes of life, loneliness, and loneliness. His lonely back was reflected by the setting sun. His shadow grew longer and longer until it disappeared.

"The yellow flowers were picked as a pillow bag, the music screen was deep and fragrant. Come back to the forty-three years of dreams, when the lights are dim, no one will tell us to cut off the intestines! "

To pay homage to the memory of the past, the quiet night, I wake up. Looking out the window at the pitch-black night, he couldn't help but think back to that time.

The pain, like the flood, drowned the thoughts; the tears, like pearls, sparkled in the depths of my eyes; the love, like the peach blossoms in March, was destined to wither in the April morning, as if you and I, whether it was a misunderstanding or a struggle, would never be together in the end.

Closing my eyes, the blurry memory is your unreadable appearance, like the dawn before the mountain, hazy with mystery, let me want to see but can not touch. I wanted to see you clearly, but the distance of reality was like a mist, always separating us from each other.

That night, I half-closed my eyes and saw you in the distance through the faint starlight in the darkness. You stand in the darkness, like a ghost, silently staring at me, light and darkness depicted us as vivid. I have always been a figure standing in the sun, and you are always hiding in a dark corner. You and I, one bright and one dark, have nothing to do with each other, yet we long to meet for a moment at dusk or dawn.

The heart has desire, reality is heartless, when the desire and helplessness put together, is the sky teasing, or the illusion and the real opposition.

At that moment, you chose to evade, leaving me alone in fantasy, letting me desperately chase after you, but I was unable to find your tracks.

In reality, you have something to worry about. In the illusion, I was in the midst of a crazy search. We crossed each other, but we never crossed each other. We always passed each other over and over again. In the moment of turning around, love is entangled, emotion is a sharp blade, when the two blended together, the sharp blade cut off entanglement, or silk binding sharp blade.

You and I are entangled with each other for a time, or a lifetime; you and I are opposites of Yin and Yang, whether it is a bad fate, or fate.

When you leave, love at last becomes a wound, desolate song, sadness has worn through the light green moss on the Sanshen stone.

Countless times in my dreams, I chase after your figure. You always laugh along the way, but never turn back. Let me remember your appearance in my heart. The love I can't get is always the most beautiful, but the eternal waiting is the most painful thing. To choose the most painful method for the sake of the most beautiful was ultimately more pain or more beauty. Perhaps to you, pain is also a kind of beauty, but to me, eternal pain is not something that can be dissolved by the beauty of the moment.

Time was very fair to people, but it was also very cruel to them. When the years passed, when they looked back, their determination would turn into endless regret. The time that had passed could drown all light, no matter how beautiful it was, there would always be a time when it withered. When the day comes, hate your heart, sigh and accompany, that time we, hate more, or regret more. When your life ended at dusk and your memories were ruined, do you still remember the love we have now? Do you still remember the crazy person who chased after you all those years ago.

"In the south of the city's pavilion, there is a lockdown workshop. The lone crane only returned with injuries. The dirt and moss had already covered several lines of ink. Who would be the one to wipe out the collapsing wall?"

Twilight came, life far away, when you closed your eyes, in this life the most unforgettable regret, but also my vague figure.

Pain like the tide, fill my heart, hate like a shadow, and love with the wind, when the memory of the distant, I stood in front of the peach tree, looking at the wind down the willow catkins, a flash of a figure, that is you, my heart forever scar.

The sunset was bright, but the water was merciless. The two of them knew each other and loved each other. Don't look back at the time when the road, when the mood changes mercilessly.

Love in the heart of distant lingering.

The white wedding dress, the bright red carpet, the countless blessings of the eyes with you, this is your life's only wish.

Today, when you joined hands with the world, but did not realize the desired, but took the lead to complete your fated fate, I looked at the distant mountains, sent out my heart's wish: love in the heart, the distant entanglement.

Who was the one who said he would cut off his intestines? Broken Clouds had a dream of endless events.

There are many paths in life that must be taken by oneself. There may be some difficulties, and there may be some entanglement, but it is your destiny after all, and no one can reverse it. The belated blessing comes with bitterness and bitterness. I hope that this blessing can wipe away the regret in your heart.

The dream bloomed for a moment, then she smiled and lowered her head to wipe her shoulders...

Forty years have gone by in a single dream. Elder Liu of the Shen Garden is unaffected by the wind. His body works on the ground, and he has left a trail of tears behind." It was a deep, suffocating love, and it was a blessing to be constantly mourned for forty years after death. "Perhaps we are lucky that the love they had for each other hundreds of years ago is now passed on to us. Although we suffer too much, there is no lack of sweetness and happiness.

How could love be so deep and life-or-death that, after the words "beauty made the earth" and "red powder turned to ashes", people would even use their dried blood and tears to chant "this person's actions are like the earth of the mountain, yet they leave only a trail of tears"? Although there was not much time left in the real world, it had already been transferred into various emotions. It was just like depositing true love into a Swiss bank, where one could steadily collect interest. How much sweet, how much tacit understanding, how much alluring, how much affection, how many pallbearers respect each other, how much mutual love and love each other.

Everything in the world could be worn away, but the fragrance of love would always be fresh.

Although we can not get the true meaning of love in this life, but hope that the world can find their plain but happy true love.

I wish that all lovers in this world could sew their faithful love with their own hands, never leaving, never forgetting, cherishing until the end of time!

The flowers in front of Dreamfall Tower are sweet, the spring breeze is gentle, and the pear blossom tears are caressed." The lantern-flower path was filled with longing, the lonely shadow fell on the moon, the clouds all over the ground, why bother? Grief Xiaoxiang, pity the point of love of the Hibiscus, yearning for the beautiful. Sorrow, sorrow …

Red dust slightly drunk, rouge clear tears, turbid wine dissolves, laughter forgets the past, the relationship is like water, the drawing knife is difficult to break.

On the second day, Zhang Song woke up very early. When Zhang Guinan and Zhang Fangxia woke up, Zhang Song had already prepared breakfast.

Zhang Guinan and Zhang Fangxia looked at Zhang Song in disbelief, the current Zhang Song and the one from yesterday were like two different people. The current him did not have the negative emotions like before, although he still looked lonely, but he did not have the haze from before, and it seemed like he had truly thought things through, after all, time could not flow back, and he and Mu Xinyi could not return to the past. Since everything had become a foregone conclusion, he could only forcefully accept it.

Seeing that Zhang Song seemed to have once again returned to the him who was filial and understanding, Zhang Guinan and Zhang Fangxia's heart blossomed with joy. Although they felt pity, unwillingness, sighs, and felt guilty for Mu Xinyi's death … But now, seeing that Zhang Song was able to pull himself together again, they were more pleased than anyone else.

After breakfast, under Zhang Fangxia's forceful tugging, Zhang Song was dragged to a fashionable barbershop on the street. Zhang Song's white hair was dyed black, and the hair that had not been repaired for several months was repaired.

Under the Barber's surprised expression, Zhang Song quickly paid and escaped with Zhang Fangxia. The next moment, he disappeared from their sight.

Afterwards, a handsome man and a beautiful woman casually walked through the busy and crowded streets, visiting clothing stores and shopping malls one after another. Zhang Song did not say anything, and just quietly watched as her sister Zhang Fangxia brought her to and fro shops, her memories flooded her mind, when had she ever seen such a person leading her to and fro on the streets like Zhang Fangxia? It was a pity that the person at that time was no longer there, and all that was left was herself, covered in wounds and bruises. Ah, the old woman would never come back, everything was a thing of the past, and she could no longer enjoy the beauty and prosperity of the world with herself, now or in the near future.

Zhang Song's thoughts were completely seen through by Zhang Fangxia, but she did not say a word. She understood the bitterness in his heart, and thus, she chose to use something from the outside world to change his mind.

The sun was setting in the west, and the people who broke their intestines were on the horizon. Zhang Song carried the luggage that Zhang Fangxia had prepared for him, and in his hand was a fresh and beautiful bouquet of roses. Arriving in front of Mu Xinyi's grave, Zhang Song put down his luggage, held the bouquet of roses gently and placed it in front of Mu Xinyi's tombstone.

Today, I came back here to find the evidence of our love, but no one was willing to bring it up. Right now, I'm the only one secretly thinking about you. The funeral of the rose, the burial of memories of you, feeling paralyzed hands, unable to control themselves, unable to pull you. Really beautiful, that day fireworks rain, I said to marry you in a floral dress. The funeral of the rose, the burial of the beloved you, the remnant of the flower stop breathing and seep into the earth, no one will notice. Little raindrop, accompany me to wait for daybreak, I use this last minute to miss you. I move stealthily across the night sky, each step leaving the mark of you and me, drunk and noisy and awake, still unable to turn around at my feet, not in time to hand you the red rose, love is like a rain, has left me, you said, too bright love will finally wither. Always think back to blame myself, always inadvertently think of you, now you are too far away, can only stay in my memory.

"Xinyi, I came today to say my goodbyes to you. After I leave this place, I will set out on a journey to chase after the dreams that we haven't completed yet, you know, I really don't want to leave you, I really want to go on a long journey by myself, I really want to spend my whole life with you like this, all the way until the end of the year. But, I have carried too many heavy of a burden in my life, and I don't want to disappoint everyone, so I can only bear the pain and leave you. If there really is a cycle of reincarnation in the world, then I will remember your appearance and in the next life, even though there will be countless trials and tribulations, I will definitely find you in this vast sea of people.

Faintly staring at the Wordless Monument, Zhang Song let out a long breath of impure air, and reluctantly said: "Goodbye, Xinyi, I will come back to see you." After saying that, Zhang Song turned around and bent down to pick up the luggage from the ground, and then resolutely left without turning his head back once. He couldn't bear to look back. He slapped himself on the back and didn't want to leave again, but he had to leave because he had his own troubles.

The taste of missing a person was like drinking a cup of ice-cold water, and then condensing each drop into hot tears.

A slight breeze brushed past his face, causing a crystal clear tear drop to float along with the wind, dripping onto the tombstone.

In the past, now, after the past, never again; red leaves buried in the dust, the beginning of the end is always the same, the horizon of you floating beyond the clouds. "The sea of bitterness is filled with love and hatred, and in this world it is difficult to escape from fate. A blind date is unapproachable, or I should believe it to be fate; a lover never comes again after parting, and sits silently on the shore of the world. The flowers will wilt, but they will reopen, and the love of life will endure beyond the clouds.

Zhang Song, who had been waiting on Mu Xinyi for a long time, finally left. Carrying everyone's dreams and promises to Mu Xinyi, what would his journey be like in the future? Could he live up to the expectations of the masses? Could he keep his promise to Mu Xinyi and his initial happiness?