Prose about love, life, etc.

A love, a lifetime, and so on. Essay 1 an encounter

An idea sprouted.

Smile at each other and understand each other.

Engraved an expectation.

The seed of missing

Germinate quietly in the bottom of my heart

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A glimpse of ten thousand years

Hand in hand.

Light song "Acacia"

Plant acacia for two years.

From then on, the ends of the earth

Just thinking about you.

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One is Jinse.

One is the fleeting time.

Take Qi Mei as an example.

Qin, Su and Ming are soul mates.

Stick to it sooner or later

* * * Spend the years.

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life cycle

Xiangchen

Meet each other while studying in the academy.

The relationship between heart and hand continues.

Even being a butterfly in love is painful.

It is inseparable from life.

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Love of life

* * * Hair turns white

Thousands of tender feelings melt into thin water years.

Drunk each other's hearts

Wait for a lifetime

refuse to realize one's error

Endless attachment turned into bittersweet dependence.

Life is rough.

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Love is the most incredible wish.

Love is the most unspeakable soul.

A lifetime of waiting

Only for * * * round past life's long-cherished wish.

A lifetime of affection

Unscramble eternal love.

Love is an immortal firework.

Brilliant and beautiful world.

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Essays on personal life, personal life, etc. 2 night self-study

Pear flower rain, flowing water

Ropa, where we met, we had our own dark dust to follow the horse.

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On that day, you walked by me and took root in my desolate background with a smile. My world of mortals has been rolling in for you ever since.

On that day, you left a shallow eyebrow and low lips, like a water lily awakened by moonlight, leaving a mark on my lonely night, and my thousands of eulogies were only for you from now on.

On that day, you knocked on my dark blue door, like water and tenderness. You walked very deep in my field of vision, and my noise was only for you, hitting the floor.

I stand in the dust behind you, like a reed boat drifting in the tide of the years, like a drop of water in the crowded sea of people. I finally lost myself in your beautiful fireworks, silently. That warm spring cleaned up my depressed body, took away my wishful thinking, and left misty eyes all over the floor.

Many years later, I led the thin horse through the dusk of this spring city. In my memory, your plump figure gradually became clear in the sound of pear blossoms, as if all the past was shining in the background of yesterday's yellow flowers.

Life is too long for you and me, and too short for you. I am afraid that the brocade curtain is no longer young, and the frost color of the years has climbed up your eyebrows and mine. Affectionate eyes never grow old, charming clothes still linger in my mind and never fade. I often think that I am willing to make firewood for you, from wet to dry, and then to wet, in order to wait for you, feel at ease. I often think that I would like to be that brilliant Song and Ming Dynasty for you, burning loneliness and cause and effect. In order to see you, I would rather burn with time. I often think that I am running water and you are pear flower. When I met you at the most beautiful moment, my whole spring and autumn period was doomed to ups and downs.

(1) I won't regret my belt widening gradually, which will make people haggard for Iraq.

Countless snowy nights I drank sad memories, countless rainy mornings I wandered around the deserted window, and countless cold nights I couldn't sleep with a tearful pillow. The rings and folds of buttonwood tell the story of a long wait. I watered it with tears and used my thoughts as plows. The uncultivated rice fields harvest the survivors season after season. The icy river bypasses the screaming apes on both sides of the river, but it can't bypass the wandering footprints, which is the inscription on the lookout and the most affectionate load of the whole cloud. March is coming again, fireworks are easy to get cold, and infatuated candlelight is willing to serve as the light from cutting the wall, sprinkling it on the cold quilt, the drunken glass, the dusty rice paper and the poems that have not been read for many years.

(2) On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.

The distance is a background I have never had before, and stationing is an illusion of reunion in my dream. I, the poet who no longer travels far, escaped from the world of mortals for you, devoted my life to poetry, prefaced your surname and lived a noisy year for you. An ink painting, an idyllic landscape, sinking fish and falling geese, can't compare with a cinnabar between your eyebrows. I sorted out the sadness of fate and the pain of reincarnation, and let Tong Hua knock on the cupboard of memory, just to take out the moment when you passed my heart. My boat stranded in a windy port, I am used to chasing lighthouses, looking for the body fragrance you left in the ancient world, and collecting snow petals and cold plums for you everywhere. You know, because of your smiling lips, I wrote all over the world. You know, I ran away from the dust only because of your embarrassing clothes when you walked into the carriage. You know, you are the fireworks moon I met, which decorated my sadness and awakened my loneliness standing behind the door.

(3) Like a willow, crisp and holding snowflakes. The curtains are obliquely rolled with jade hooks. Jiuqu dust flies, chasing cars.

Gorgeous footsteps, such as boundless desert, desolate coming from behind, so that my pulse can not play the vibrato of the left ventricle. The mole spots in my palm print and the pen kisses that stand out from the crowd outline my love, sorrow, love and hate for the world. If life feels the same at first sight, for whom is that old face born, for whom is the punishment of years born, for whom is the artist under the sun born, and for whom is the sinking between the starting point and the end point of sadness born. All the way to the east, the lookout's footprints point to the stream on the other side, and the wellhead buried by tears melts the frozen spring smile, while I still burn incense in the romantic moonlight to pay homage to that touching encounter.

(4) on the willow tip, people about after dusk.

The alley was dripping with rain, and the woman with an umbrella came from the misty rain, as if it were the most dignified beauty and romantic desolation in the world. I shoulder my thoughts and step into the river where the rain beats. In order to make wine, harvest and stop wandering next season, I can stay in your affectionate eyes. I am the pocket full of fresh water, walking on the land, passing through your bustling town, passing through the noisy street, just looking for a breeze and crossing the shackles of cause and effect. The cold mountain on the sword shoots a piece of snow from the treetops, and my heart turns to the wide bridge of life and death. May Changfeng carry my thoughts into ripples in your eyes and then disappear into the mirror of the lake.

You are still galloping in memory, and I am a stone waiting under the buttonwood you pass by, in order to touch your silhouette in the oblique photo and your gibberish hidden in the stars.

You are still young in memory, my face is fragile. I can't afford the years I left in the dirt. I only miss the moment when amber falls, so as not to lose the flowing water people you pass by under the bright flower background.

Pear blossoms bring rain, and flowing water is affectionate. I would like to pick up the world of mortals about you and walk into my lonely journey.

Shy time

( 1)

I first heard of her in the fourth grade. She is my teacher's favorite daughter and I am his favorite student. My teacher, whose background is far away from home, loves her daughter deeply and misses her dearly. She always tells us about her childhood. She is so clever and obedient.

I have never seen her once, but under the vivid description of the teacher, her beautiful face opened up in my mind like a lotus, and I was so eager to see her once.

On the night when the teacher came to my house for dinner, I chatted with my father for a while. I'm not asleep. I heard the teacher tell my father that my father has two sons and my teacher has only two daughters. He asked me to come, marry her daughter, love her and serve him all my life. At that moment, I was like a bug crawling on my forehead, numb, numb. I buried my head tightly in the quilt, but I was still ashamed to hide. I pressed my hand hard on my chest and my heart jumped out.

I didn't want to come to the door at that time, but I was full of expectations for her. I felt so uneasy that night, and my heart seemed to feel so quiet and satisfied.

Later, I went to the market with my father. Dad said he would take me to the teacher's house to drink a bowl of water and enjoy the cool for a while. At that time, I was so sweet and shy when I thought of her. I just want to sneak a look at her so that no one will find out. And that night I heard the conversation between my father and the teacher, as if I really wanted to marry her when I went, even though my father said my mouth was broken and my skin was broken. After my father went alone, I felt uneasy when I thought of what they might talk about. But the thought of not seeing her so far away made me feel lost.

At the dinner table that night, my father talked about the topic that I was looking forward to and shy, as if I didn't know that there were so many people at this table that I would be shy. Dad said that both the teacher and Jenny like me very much, and I hope I can visit. They sincerely begged my father to let me serve them all my life. Father also said that she was smiling with a very willing expression. I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground, but at the same time, when I heard that she was happy that I would come to the door, my heart was crisp and numb, and I didn't know what to do with myself.

Two years is so short, I haven't heard her story from my teacher, and I haven't had enough of her love, but time has sent me to junior high school in a hurry. I forgot her in my hurry, too.

(2)

I met you in the first class of junior high school. The tables of our two groups are very close, and we are also "deskmates". You have ear-length short hair, and you have two shallow dimples when you smile. It gives people the feeling of having a sunflower in front of you, which makes me feel very warm and comfortable.

We met soon. You know my name is Yang Kun, and I know your name is Wang Zhen. What a beautiful name.

At that time, I was too shy to talk to girls, except you. I have been used to being a teacher since I was a child, and I am always a little naughty in my bones. I often try to make you angry, but you never hate me and soon chatted with me again.

I like you so kind, beautiful and gentle. You are good to me, better than other boys. I don't understand the reason, but I accept your kindness happily.

Once I didn't have a food stamp on me, only a meal ticket. I'm not familiar with most of my classmates, so I dare not borrow them. I want to borrow it from you, but I'm embarrassed. After all, men and women are different. But in the end, under the torture of hunger, I still got up the courage and shyly spoke to you:

"Do you have fifty cents? I don't have food stamps. Lend it to me and I'll pay you back next week, okay? " After I said that, I felt embarrassed myself. I borrowed money from a girl, only fifty cents.

I have no money with me. You say. I remember that you are a city dweller and you have to go home for dinner every day. You have no money with you. At the moment, I feel my face burning on my ears.

"Can I lend it to you when I go home?" You go on. "good!" I'm happy to answer. In the afternoon, you borrowed a dollar from home and lent it to me. I think we are all stupid, just stupid.

Then I was beaten by a bad classmate. We have no contradiction at all. He came in from the outside and hit me directly on the head. I am small, a head shorter than him, and I feel very wronged and dare not fight back. I'm just saying why you hit me. He slapped me harder, and I began to cry as soon as I wiped my tears. But what you said made me laugh and cry:

"Yang Kun, don't cry. I'll go home and let my father help you. "

I giggled. I appreciate your kindness, but how can I ask your father to help me, my stupid classmate?

After that, I thought you were really stupid. Although you study well, you must be the most stupid person in the world.

But I'm also stupid. I like a fool like you, and I like that you are kind to me.

Until one day, when the teacher asked us to fill in the information, I saw your father's name. Isn't that the name of my primary school teacher? Let me look at his occupation, teacher.

I finally understood everything. Why are you so kind to me? Why did you ask your father to help me when others hit me? Because he loves me and spoils my teacher! You are my brother, a brother haunted by ghosts. You recognized me from the moment you saw my name, but I didn't know your name or recognize you before.

Then I quietly changed my position and never said a word to you again. I always remember going door to door. Maybe I want to go to your house, but I'm shy. Being shy at the age of eleven or twelve is fatal!

Then, the first day is over.

In the second grade, we were divided into classes. Our class, which was made up of 50 people before primary school, broke up on the second day of junior high school. The teachers felt that it was unreasonable to put us together. Since then, we have never said a word, and sometimes we meet on the road, and I pretend not to see it.

Then, you went to State No.1 Middle School and I went to County No.1 Middle School. Then I dropped out of school.

I didn't know you were such a heavy person in my life until I never saw you again. I have missed you for five or six years. I often enter your name in "Friends Network" and search. I hope to see you again one day, but I never have.

(3)

In 20xx, I searched one by one among the friends of our junior high school classmate "Friends Network". Finally, I saw your name. At that moment, I jumped up happily and shed tears happily.

I saw your QQ number in your "Friends Network" message, and I added you.

I wanted to chat with you that night, but I didn't know what to say. I made a lovely expression. You replied, "Are you Yang Kun?" It's like being crawled on your forehead by bugs when you were a child. Excited and shy, I jumped up in bed.

Let me ask you, how do you know that I am your brother? You said that your father told you about me since I was a child, that I was brilliant and that my composition was very good. You have regarded me as an idol since I was a child, and you recognized me the day you saw my name.

You asked me why I suddenly ignored you. Although you called me several times on the way, I ignored you.

I smiled, that year. ...

All we love is love.

For many years, I have been used to drinking a mouthful of red wine under the quiet lamp, listening to my own mountains and rivers, enjoying the flowers and plants in my heart, and injecting my charm and simplicity into my life. This blandness is silent, but it can draw a vivid background for life. However, you have come, like a clear spring across your heart, tinkling and rippling. ...

( 1) 20xx

20xx years are about to pass, and I record it here today, perhaps to commemorate the youth that will eventually die, or perhaps the love that will eventually die. Of course, in order to fulfill my promise, because I said I would give you a gift on your birthday, it should actually be the day we "met".

I call you 20xx, because this year is particularly meaningful because of your experience, and because you have made a very good and romantic explanation for this number: "Love you all your life".

(2) dream interpretation

I once told you that if we write our story into an article, we must have a good beginning. Because not many lovers start from a dream, and it is also a dream about sex. Although I think the title of this article is "The Dream in 20xx", I think dreams are vain and short-lived, but I hope we can live in each other's hearts for a long time, because I always believe that we love love love.

I clearly remember that day, the first month, the year of a colleague's home. You saw me passing under the tree, and you warmly invited me to go with you. I don't know why, but I promised, although I was busy and didn't have time. The annual dinner party lasted until the evening, and everyone was still in full swing. I suggested that happiness should continue and sing K. In the noisy, anxious and restless singing, you didn't know when you came to stand by and said to me loudly, "I dreamed of you. Can you believe it?" I took it for granted that this was a joke and said loudly, "Really? I am so honored! " Meanwhile, I went to the bathroom. If you think I'm back, just call my cell phone. When I left, you said to take me back, but the taxi was heading for a four-star hotel. So far, I still can't figure out why I didn't refuse you. It may be because of the phone call or because of curiosity. In my eyes, you have always been a gentleman. Because I have never seen you strike up a conversation with any woman, and you are so popular that everyone likes you and respects you. You told me that you had that dream a long time ago and clearly remembered that it was me. Every time you see me, you have a strange feeling. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but at that moment, I actually believed you and walked into someone else's dream. What a wonderful feeling! In this way, you came, just like a clear spring across your heart, tinkling and rippling. So, we are not just colleagues. ...

(3) Crying

This sudden happiness surrounds me like the night, which makes me unable to tell the east from the west and find myself. I am like a fish, diving into your waters at night arrival, breathing in your world and playing with you; Swimming in your world, coquetry to you. I am infatuated with your generous shoulders, lingering in gentle dreams, because you laugh for you and cry for you.

At first, in order to be together, you invited everyone to dinner every once in a while, encouraged everyone to have a good drink, and invited everyone to sing when they were almost finished. I know this is the best way for us to be together. You dare not sit near me, walk around with your arms around, and then simply give me a back as if I don't exist. I sat quietly and watched silently. This person is so strange in front of me, and yesterday's tenderness is gone. When the tears of disappointment slipped quietly, I realized my rudeness and quickly fled the scene. Hiding under the quilt, I let my tears drown me ... what makes me sad is that you are not the first person to find out that I am not there. I hung up on other colleagues, so I turned it off.

The second time I sang, you came late and didn't talk much all night. Send a message when you come back and ask why. You said, there is a strange feeling tonight, maybe it's jealousy. Looking at the woman you love is as good for yourself as it is for others, and it's just as fun. The words "Be a beloved woman" came into my eyes. I couldn't tell whether it was grievance or emotion, and my throat seemed to be stuck by something. Didn't you say to try to hide in front of others? Woke up at night, the pillow towel was soaked. I am used to picking up my mobile phone and sending him messages, because I know that my messages and incoming calls are specially handled by software and should not disturb his dreams. "Wake up" and you will reply immediately. I thought you were awakened by my message. "I'm sorry, you go to sleep." This dream is very strange. He is pregnant and wants to break up with me. Crying in a dream is sad because you are going to break up. What a fantasy! When I get up in the morning, my body seems to be evacuated, and I have no strength at all. He made a few phone calls, and although he just told me today's itinerary as usual, I knew his intentions. I don't think he slept well last night. He woke up when I missed him, but we just had different dreams.

(4) Taste

You said you liked my smell. Yes, women like themselves. I wear perfume at every party, knowing that men smell good, but I never tire of it. Because I like the cute way you get into my arms like a child and breathe greedily; I like holding your head, counting your gray hair roots, and making fun of your aging before you get old; I like that you look at me affectionately, pinch my face with your fingers, and then walk through my body like a snake. Your prelude is always in place. Under your guidance, I will soon enter the state you expect. You fascinate me and make me happy. I expect the days to get shorter and the night will come soon. I blush and my heart beats for my absurd idea. It's no exaggeration. I can smell you when I step on the steps. What do you think my taste is? I can't describe it. Is it the smell of your usual Aishi shower gel? Is that the smell of wine after you drink a little wine? Or the smell of you? In short, it is difficult to describe, but it is unique, like an unnamed aromatherapy. Do you remember? I once sent you a message when I was playing cards, saying where you were and how I smelled you. That day, I suddenly smelled a fragrance. I asked everyone what it was, and everyone saidno. I sniffed it hard. Why is it so special and deja vu? Oh, it's his smell. I can't help laughing. I grabbed my cell phone and immediately sent you a message. So your taste can travel through time and space. That feeling is really wonderful! I kept smiling that afternoon. ...

(5) sadness

You said that the time spent with me was stolen and earned; I said that you are a gift from heaven, and I should cherish it. I said this with a hint of sadness, maybe you didn't notice. Because many times we can't do whatever we want, we can't call each other as soon as we think of each other, and we can't affect each other's normal life. Sometimes I really want to despair. However, reason finally prevailed. I think this is one of the reasons why you like me. We all have a happy family, why are we still struggling? We have discussed this question more than once, and the final answer is: earned, God-given! Dare not expect too much, just ask each other to leave a place for each other in the bottom of my heart! Because all we love is love! What will happen to us when love disappears? I said, I will run away before you get tired of me! I often think of breaking up when I am happy, because I care too much and am afraid of losing, right? I always ask myself, whenever this time, a burst of sadness hits my heart.

(6) 20xx years

You said 20xx was the fastest, happiest and most meaningful year in your life, because of me! Of course I want to believe what you say, because that's what I think. Since then, we have another caring person. Just like the message I sent you on Tanabata: We didn't think of each other today before, but we will think of each other every day, because we don't know from which moment, right, dear? I believe it will be like this. Our relationship is like a secret admirer. We have hidden treasure, but we can never dry it and show it off. However, we don't care, don't be greedy, don't ask, don't make any noise, brew an altar in the dark and let each other get drunk!

20xx left, not disappointed, 20xx came, don't count on it. Quiet thoughts, silent love!

(7) Small note

Honey, today is your birthday. Happy birthday! I will always love you in the way you need! At this special moment, there is no way to hug, only silent blessing!

On Valentine's Day, I jumped into the wind.

Text/Haihua

Tonight, on the eve of Valentine's Day, I am reading a poem by Xi Murong under the window lamp.

"A flowering tree, how to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I have been asking Buddha for 500 years, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship. " Reading her poems always makes me feel the beauty of love.

What is love?

Love is a romantic poem. Sometimes she "leaves hibiscus in clear water and carves it naturally"; Sometimes she "was born in the splendor of summer flowers and died in the quiet beauty of autumn leaves"; Sometimes she "thinks wildly when the day disappears" and "enters my lovesick door, knowing that I am lovesick, lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time"; Sometimes she will "hold your hand and grow old with your son." She is fresh and gorgeous, she is gentle and subtle, and she is also sweet.

Love is an inviolable angel. She scattered her joys and sorrows to people in love, but she went to heaven alone. Those who have tasted the taste of love will eventually understand that the place where there is love is heaven.

Love itself is beautiful and romantic. But I don't deserve such a beautiful and romantic love. Say goodbye to a love, the angel of love is waving its wounded wings, and it will no longer care for the fragile heart broken by love.

I am a tree, I am a flowering tree. This is the best moment of my life. Tomorrow, Valentine's Day, I will throw myself into the wind. The gentle wind spreads its wide wings, bearing a desolate, sad and unyielding heart that looks smooth on the surface and scarred inside. Let the wind take me anywhere. I will be there, neither sad nor happy.

The wind crossed the tunnel of time and space and took me to the north of the Yangtze River.

Jiangnan, a dreamlike place. The fireworks in Yangzhou in March, the beautiful West Lake in heaven, the misty Wuzhen ... the apricot blossom spring rain, the small bridge flowing water, the antique Qingshi Street, and the sad lilac girl with an oiled paper umbrella. All these constitute a quiet and ethereal ink painting. I once walked in the painting and heard the gentle whisper that "butterflies dance from time to time in the lingering play, and Yingying just crows at home"; Appreciate the gorgeous colors of "sunrise is better than fire, and spring is as green as blue"; Feel the romance of "a tree with flowers and swallows whispering, and the sound of hooves draws Hua Die all the way".

Saibei, a place with dreams. If Jiangnan is a romantic ink painting, then Saibei is a realistic oil painting. Colorful, magnificent, unrestrained, "the north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses the Tatar sky." "Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow." ; It is vast and unobstructed. "The sky is like a sky, and the cage covers four fields." ; It is lofty and vast, with flocks of cattle and sheep. "The sky is wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep." ; Magnificent, magnificent. "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen." . Where there is a dream, the dream-chasing teenager rides his horse and whips all over the world.

However, the small bridge eaves in the night in the south of the Yangtze River can't read the wilderness of Saibei.

Born in Jiangnan, I miss you in the north.

Zeng Jin's meeting was a fireworks romance. That is standing on the mountain peak, reading and writing poems; That's rubbing sleeves to meet the sea breeze, dancing with ink; It sits on the West Lake, knocking on chess pieces, playing the piano under the moon ... Fireworks flashing with the light of love suddenly bloom, as if attracting the attention of the whole world. At that moment, the whole world belongs to them Everything now, like fireworks, has been scattered for a long time, leaving no trace, and the night sky is crying because of the broken fireworks.

Listening to Liang Xinyi's Little Tree, the dim light blurred my eyes and wrote a little poem:

Looking forward to it, happy.

From sowing to flowering

Under the flower, a youthful face.

Write romantic lines/

Wandering and sad

From flowering to falling flowers

In the distance, a lonely figure.

Singing a sad farewell song/

From flower to flower

From sadness to expectation

100 thousand turn around

In the end, I can't reach it.

The cycle of time/

Sigh youth, youth is a farewell song, youth is not waiting. Looking back, the sweet memories like roses have already turned to ashes, flowing through your fingertips, leaving an indelible mark on the ruins of youth. Step on the mark, grow and mature. Roses miss the flowering period, and love misses the eternity. Some people miss it unintentionally, and some love is not that they don't want to love, but that they can't continue to love.

I am a tree, I am a flowering tree. On Valentine's Day, I jumped into the wind. Lean against the west wind, dry your tears, and air-dry a four-year memory.

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A world of love, a lifetime of essays, etc. Three brothers called out, full of affection.

You and I can meet in the world of mortals.

My brother called out and said, "Taoyuan worships heaven".

Yi Jie Jin Lan ran forward together in the same boat.

Brother calls, life is too hasty.

Come and go smartly, have fun all your life, and don't seek fame.

When my brother calls, the past is like a dream.

Satisfied with hard work and success is enough to comfort a person's life.

Tao's endless hardships,

Endless words, colorful time and space,

I just want to enjoy spring to the fullest.

I can't see enough waves,

Cut off the chivalrous tenderness,

I just want to give my love to my whole life.

Call a brother and be careful all the way.

Physical and mental health, the happiness of the whole family is in the heart.

Brothers call a sound, and the four seas are vertical and horizontal.

Look at the flowers and talk about everything in life with the wind.

Brother, the heavy responsibility lies in the chest.

Life is too short to last forever.

When my brother called, everything was empty.

Willing to put down my heart and smile and enjoy the peace.

Tao is full of affection and profound meaning.

Endless words, lightning and thunder,

I just want to walk with you in the wind and rain.

Can't get enough of the beauty of this world,

Can't finish a curtain dream,

I just want to walk with you, walk with you, walk with you!