I am prisoner of your life

Hai, from Ancient Times to the present, has provoked the gentle thoughts of many literati and mokers; Love, isn’t it? How many people are trapped by love, how many people are tired of love, how many people are crazy about love, how many people are hurt by love, and I am the prisoner of your life. In the vast world, who can escape the entanglement of love? The world is slim, meet, Miss. Even if the love is as deep as the sea, even if you meet again, you can’t see the fate on the road of Sansheng, and finally leave a sad and beautiful memory. Heaven let us meet after more than 30 years. I thought I could pour out the tender feelings of more than 30 years; I could pour out the loneliness of more than 30 years; I could renew the emotion of more than 30 years ago. However, your indifference made me cry without tears, speechless and disappointed. Do you know? For more than 30 years, I hid in a corner that few people knew, counting the flowers, counting the years, fighting with the dark loneliness, struggling with the damned lovesickness, but I was always a loser; for more than 30 years, I have met you in my dreams countless times, renewed all the good things with you, and poured out all the grievances to you. When I woke up, it was the desolation of the pillow filled with tears; for more than 30 years, I made your appearance into film, hidden in my memory, and took it out at any time for fear of forgetting your appearance; For more than 30 years, I used missing as a note, use tears as ink, bury yourself in words, and even pile up into a road wall. I hope you can cross the wall one day and comfort my missing heart. Do you know? I have been waiting for you for more than 30 years. For more than 30 years, my thoughts have filled my heart. Sadness has crossed every cell and my heart is eager to see you has never changed. Now, what about the real encounter? It is not soft, but a dream. Sealed up the love for half a life. It turned out that the flowers fell intentionally and the flowing water was ruthless. Even if there are countless feelings, they will eventually turn into thousands of melancholy notes, floating in the cold winter. If you are the wall, then there is no shelter between us. If you are not the wall, then I am not a prisoner in the wall, you can’t imprison my love and soul for half a life. The cycle of time, flowers blossom and thank you. I am like a fallen leaf floating around, but I can’t float your emotional cage. On winter nights, the bitter cold wind wrapped in sadness and hurt me, invading my desolate and cold heart. Once again, the red dust met, the fretting heartstrings, the heart of Qi was once again mercilessly confined, and this life was doomed to be unable to know each other and love each other. I can only lean on the red dust, fall in love with words, accompany loneliness, and duel with the damned lovesickness. How many degrees of drift, how many degrees of sorrow, the Autumn Water is long, who does it resonate? The world is a strange road, the prosperity is over, but it cannot escape the entanglement of emotion. If you think about it carefully, you and I have not started. How can you talk in love and love deeply? It was my wishful thinking, and it was my mediocre self-winding. Shaohua is wasting in the past years waiting for you, a boat in his heart, floating in the past of the red dust, just like a butterfly can’t fly through the sea all the time. Nowadays, the face is old, the temples are gray, and the eyes are dull, just like a living dead man. Maybe it’s time to put it down. The past is a dream. However, in the dead of night, I can’t stop thinking about you, as if I have already become a habit. Did I come here for you in my previous life, a thousand-year Fox Demon? Otherwise, how could I be deeply interested in you. I think I have made a prisoner of your life.

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