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Falling in love with you was a mistake, and I would rather repeat it.

I'm very upset recently. If there are clouds in the sky, I will walk around with the wind.

Walking in the busy street, I feel inexplicably lonely. Silent in a corner, watching pedestrians rush by, staring at the face carved by years, imagining how happy they are, or, vicissitudes of life.

Who is a passer-by in the vast sea of people? Who is whose eternity? Who is the night watchman?

I often feel that I have nothing to do, just like a wisp of wind in the wilderness, which can't blow the desolation of green mountains and green waters. I hope that one day, you will come quietly and smile. "Honey, I'm coming." At that time, the lonely hearts of each other spread out the endless spring sea, the grass was fragrant and the time was quiet.

Perhaps there is some kind of expectation, spreading the picture scroll of light summer, shallow ink marks flowing through the cool fingertips, slipping out a little warm and soft words, and scattered trivial thoughts, just like the sunset at this time, silent and speechless. ...

In the evening after the rain, the cool breeze gently brushed my cheek and slowly went away with wet water vapor. Across a river, the castle peak is foggy, just like a girl who has just taken a bath, shy and hazy.

The weeping willows on the river bank danced lightly with the wind, causing shallow ripples, crushing a river in Ningbo and spilling water marks of different shades. My wrinkled heart slowly spread out, and all my thoughts and tiredness drifted away with the distant river. ...

I don't know if you are in the distance at this time, just like me, wandering alone in the lonely dusk, picking up the time when you and I are happy and loving, and counting the mottled shadows of the years.

Your haggard eyes, stained with soft loneliness, lead me to the deep pool of emotion. Fantasy, it is a romantic world, full of memories, just like a warm wing, swaying gently at the teasing fingertips, intoxicated in the sunset, hurting my mood.

I remember that one night, I dreamed of a water town, a winding river, sparkling, winding and secluded, full of grass. We walked along the river, full of thoughts and worries. The blue sky is clear, pure, quiet and deep. Every cloud and every bird passes through Qian Fan.

When I woke up, the night was quiet, and Ying Ying stood there, speechless and tearful. The wind was fine and leisurely. I began to understand that how far my heart is, how far my love is and how long my expectation is.

The wind blows through the treetops and leaves are blown up, just like sadness in the depths of the soul.

I remember the car accident that day. I said that no matter how long I can live, I just want to be by your side silently and love you deeply until the end of my life. What you said cut a blood stain on your heart, and your heart ached faintly.

You said, I am most afraid of hearing such words, so light that people feel sour. It seems that in an instant, I can hear the footsteps going to heaven, and the petals and raindrops floating all the way are fixed in the rest of the picture, floating in the lush grass. You stumbled after my wandering figure, held my hand warmly, and finally, held happiness everywhere.

The heart current is too deep and cold to spread to the bone marrow, awakening a clear dream.

Tired of walking, I sat quietly in the stone fence, and the breeze was slow. The air is filled with faint floral fragrance, just like the moonlight that first met that night, and the whisper of life flows safely.

There are lilac and white flowers on the river bank. If they are smart butterflies hidden in the grass, they shine in the sunset and stretch out in the breeze.

Looking at the flowers quietly, I miss them like wild vines. This year's flowers are better than last year's, and next year's flowers will be better. I just want to be with you. Tears ask flowers, flowers are silent. Every year, I feel willow color, inch by inch soft-hearted, and tears are in my eyes. Years later, I just want to tell you.

Countless quiet nights, half a lack of cool moon and half a curtain wind, covered the constant heavy acacia dream.

A song, staying up all night, singing loneliness. Your tired face is beating on my missing soul. If rain falls on bananas, one after another, a sound falls into the light. Leaning against the window and listening to the wind and rain, people are still late at night. At that time, I hope I can hold you in my arms and soothe your fatigue.

I don't know why, but I remember what you said in my ear before. If falling in love with you was a mistake, I would rather repeat it. I'm sorry, me too? Because I just want to love you so tenderly in my lifetime.

Therefore, no matter when, I think you should not leave easily, just let me love you gently and deeply, and "mix and help" to go forward and walk through the corner of your life.

There is a kind of love that needs to be cherished and remembered for a lifetime. Because, without each other's world, if a kite with broken wings has broken wings, it will be far away. How can it fly in Qian Shan?

After that, several lonely romantic, dark and broken voices set the sunset. ...