My heart is like snow, it has nothing to do with the wind and Moon

Some people say that if your heart is sunny, you can’t see sadness. If your heart is sad? Is it okay to laugh at the vicissitudes of life? Some people say that life is fickle, and it seems like a dream. If you can feel at ease, it is your place. Then can my heart wander with the wind and fly to the free paradise, from the red face to the late twilight? My heart is like snow, it has nothing to do with the wind and Moon, who can understand? Inscription sometimes I am like fire, which will burn your unspeakable tenderness. Sometimes I am like water, counting the sadness that has nothing to do with the wind and moon alone. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon. From the moment of emotion, it will be difficult to retreat from the whole body. Maybe there was a fate in the dark. I was always a person trapped by love, reborn in love and died in love. I don’t want to say that I am an indifferent person, but it is really not enthusiastic enough. In the silent night, knock a little bit, where is the distant return person doing what kind of dream? Suddenly I think of some people, the ripples of the Heart Lake are dizzy layer by layer, and a wisp of smile ripples on the corners of the mouth. It turns out that this is love, and this is peace of mind. Remember, the scene we met at the beginning is still profound whenever we think of it. In the years of ink dyeing, after passing through, I realized that all the bits related to you were quietly remembered in my heart. It reminded me vaguely that finding you is happiness. So I began to look for, dear, come to my arms or let me live in your heart, let me listen to your heart and let you know that I am here. I am an insecure person has inherent defense against everything outside, including you. Meet You, I am happy little woman, is a happy elf, is also the earthly flower in love, flowers bloom and fall, a season is another season, is a moth pounced on the flame, knowing that it will hurt, still no hesitation, there is no retreat, no regret, and you will never regret for your life. Meet, don’t ask if it is robbery or fate, actually it is robbery or fate, who can distinguish it? If you like it, why exaggerate it into love? True love does not care about gains and losses. There is pain and tears. There is as much pain as you love, and as much tears as you suffer. I don’t want much, but you just love me. Because you know, I feel at ease. I know you are the person who knows me best. In this life, I don’t want to lose, but I am afraid of losing. Because of the growth of age, I don’t like childish things more and more, including people. I always want a person who understands me, hurts me alone, loves me as one, and guards me gently; because of the increase of experience, I don’t like too much emotional or warm or sad emotions or words more and more. I will fall, I will cry, just because all my deep feelings are poured to you, what can I leave for tomorrow’s journey? The flowers bloom silently, and the flowers fall silently. From beginning to end, I was just a passer-by, sending a clean soul to the Enron loneliness. If you love each other, you can join hands; If you meet, you can stay together; If you meet again, don’t brush your shoulders again. If, just if, but, there is no if. At this point, love is thin on life. You said, I am too sad. I have to ask, who knows my sufferings? My tears have been said that I will meet three people in my life, the one you love, the one you love, the one you love, then which one are you? I love you, you love me, so in love, but what can I do? I think after all, there is still one less person to stay together. Love is a process, and staying together is a result. The most painful thing in life is to fall in love until staying together is not the same person, right? After meeting you, I understood the true love and realized the sweetness and pain in love. I was finally a walker, not a passer. I have experienced, understood, and my heart hurts my brother unconsciously. I remember that you were my brother and you were the brother who wanted a intimate sister. Maybe this is the sympathy in my bones, brother, you are the brother I have been looking for for for a long time. You will love me. You said I was like Lin Daiyu, sentimental and always shed endless tears. You don’t want me to be so sad, because you will feel distressed helplessly. Can’t wipe tears, can’t hold warmth, even if the space is broken, your arms still have no me, but I indulge tears silently at the other end. You will tolerate me, although there is a restless devil living in my heart, sometimes crazy, sometimes fickle, sometimes sad, sometimes silent, you all see in your eyes, in your heart, you said, I don’t know what is good, but no one can replace it. You will understand me. Even if I don’t say anything, my mind like Lotus always can’t escape from the eyes of your flower-looking person. In ballerina, only lovely lotus, not picking, not coming or not, I only looked at each other two times and collected my heart tightly. I lost several dreams in your tender feelings. Slowly, I realized that loving someone deeply would sink into the bone marrow. Don’t ask how long I will hold hands. Even if I turn around, the tears in my eyes will reflect the belief of that year: I love you, don’t live forever, right now. In fact, the best guardian is also silent companion. Remember that night, I cried unscrupulously. At that moment, my world became dark and seemed to have no hope. I only prayed for annihilation. Whenever this happens, I think of you and want to talk to you. Even if I don’t say anything, I just want to indulge in front of you without any disguise. Even if I know you, I will have nowhere to hide, however, you don’t hide. You are used to me like this, just accompany me in the way I need as usual. I thought, if you were by my side, I would be in your arms and shed my tears that night. Later, that night, I didn’t look for you. I just cried blindly. However, your phone came. I think this is fate. Yes, from the initial meeting, it is destined that this fate is not shallow, and it is a resonance built on the soul. There is no doubt that you are still so comforting and considerate that whenever I am helpless to cry, you will give me the same tone as coaxing my child to rely on it. You said, in your eyes, I will always be a little child. Searching and searching, for many years, only for a bosom friend, death without regret. You know me, understand me, love me, cherish me, you can give what I want, and everything I have is what you love, but dear, where are you? I will marvel at a pair of friends who have been spread into beautiful talks for thousands of years. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but only the heart. This kind of fate can not be owned by all people, and some people will never wait to know the bosom friends of high mountains and rivers. But for you, I think this life is hard to forget, because you are the most beautiful meeting in my life. Love has nothing to do with wind and moon, only love; Fate has nothing to do with wind and moon, only care about. My heart is like snow, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon.

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