Just because I saw you in the crowd

Among the thousands of people, in the time of no luck, a person did not take a step earlier or a step later. It happened that he came to your life, which was a bit of fate and a bit doomed……

It was another full moon night of the year, walking in the Wanshan, with a curl of wind blowing his eyebrows and drunk eyes. I don’t know if it is a fate to get to know you. Through the vicissitudes of the sea, you and I finally fixed their gaze in a screen. A wisp of sincerity, three thousand gentle, paper and ink Flying Flowers, a wonderful human true feelings. You said, I am the moon, beautiful and sad, you would like to spend your whole life watching and loving me. However, I only cherish the sadness of the flowers and the moon in silence, and I still give you a light smile in your eyes. Many encounters are like the wind, but they rush back and forth, no one can say that the world is quiet, and everyone is eager to use a flower to tell love. However, there is always some sadness that belongs to cutting constantly, and there is still confusion. There is always some sadness that belongs to you seeing or not seeing. I am all there. No one knows how much love there is in this world, it belongs to the sea, the sea, the rocks, and the end of the world. No one knows how much love there is in this world. It belongs to the company of silence. Silence likes to be among thousands of people and in the time of no end, A person does not take a step earlier or a step later. He happens to come to your life. He has some fate and is somewhat doomed. In fact, he is not disliked, but too sad. It is not that he doesn’t want to love, but you can’t love it. It’s another full moon night, and the scene is still there. It’s not yesterday. Love is still the same, and dreams are in the wind. At this moment, I am under the moon, leaning against the railing, staring at the place where the moon is like smoke, falling in love with each other and sighing for a day! Who said it: time is the damp that can’t be wiped away from the corner of the eye. It softens the dream and breaks the heart. Looking back, there are thousands of songs and thousands of thoughts, and the smoke is blowing and the wind is falling. Only because you look at you in the crowd, you will never forget your face. If yes, dear, tonight, please make me curtain. When I was in the golden age, those times when I was filtered by flowing water always showed graceful flowers in the Curl, which made me smile with a look in my dream, and the flowers blossomed and faded all over the sky, A piece of Que Que is love. Just because, if you look at you more in the crowd, you will have unforgettable thoughts during the years. If you can, dear, please let me look back. The years are quiet and the world is safe. I miss you so much that you can give me a Grand Encounter. With your clear eyes, you can give me a deep gaze, not seeking the end of the world, just, A call from you wading in the water is lingering with the heart beating in your eyes. Just because I looked at you more in the crowd, I had countless attachment. If you can, dear, please give me a heart of wisdom, let me take the breeze slowly, cut the night talk in the west window, and dance for you with a piece of ink painting and romance, with a low eyebrow and a smile, the world is so warm. Maybe this season is too short, as short as the moon, only GEMOUR of me is left, leaning against the railing alone; Maybe, this dream is too long, until the full moon night, the stars all over the sky are my tearful call. I really want to think: the more mountains and rivers, and I will meet you. I really want to think: flying over the red dust, sharing a good night with you. It is another full moon night, walking in the Wanshan, the ends of the Earth, only wish, keep the white moonlight with you. Just because I looked at you more in the crowd, it would be thousands of years! ……

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