I am willing to be the rose in your heart.

As long as you choose, there is no regret. Once you pawn your youth, you can never redeem it. Don't dwell on the shadow of the past, or you will never see the road ahead; Don't expect everyone to understand you. You don't have to understand everyone. You don't have to care. There's no need to be sad.

The wind is cool, the moon is cold and the shadow is bright. Spread your soul shallowly and sigh the irreparable love gently. The rose pond, which has gone through many vicissitudes, buried the withered and wrinkled soul in this season. My heartbeat was frozen by the shadow of the rose. If there is an afterlife, I would still like to be this rose in your heart once.

Let the heart slowly soak in the bottom of my heart, let the heart soak in the pumping water, and let the heart run aground on the sheltered beach. There is no noise, no worries, no thoughts, no blessings, no prayers, no thoughts in the quiet interior. Only at this moment do we know that there is no slight wave layer after meditation, and there is no ripple after meditation.

We walked a lot in our dreams and woke up to find ourselves still in bed. It's like a long journey for john young. Sailors, of course, have to take more risks than spectators, experience the pain and ups and downs when they are awake, but they are also more likely to reach the other side of success.

At least I have air, although it is not very fresh; At least have a home, although you can't go back often; At least there are family members, although they can't be with them; At least one body, although not very good, at least one soul, although not very complete; At least there is a shadow, although I can't speak; Have at least two friends; Although we can't be together often; At least not lonely, because I have myself.

When I think back on what I said and did ten years ago, I feel that I was really young and frivolous, and even a little regretful. I wish I could erase it from my memory. Only those who loved ten years ago still love in their hearts after ten years.

Watching the footsteps of late autumn leave with the fallen leaves, I don't know why, but I miss it a little. Looking up at the gray sky, a few melancholy quietly climbed into my heart. The colors of the past years are still fixed in front of me, but they have disappeared before the end. Life is like a play, and a play is like life. Close your eyes and feel the memories buried by years, old plots and vague figures.

If life is just a dream, I would like to indulge in the misty rain when I met you, quiet and happy. If you and I are just a play, I would like to play only the play that I met you this time and never give up. Never doubt, I believe that there is a you who can compensate me to the end. The only thing that can save you is yourself. You don't have to dwell on external judgment or distort yourself to please the world.

Falling into the water and touching the flowers, the flowers are unintentionally crushed into a dark dream that locks the autumn deeply. It prospered the clouds of the past, leaving a pool full of sorrow. Misty rain can't cross the world of mortals, nor can we expect to return to the sadness of the past. I only sit by the window and invite the bright moon, and I will scatter my death time on earth with clear songs.

On the edge of loved one, I am waiting for the warmth you gave me, and my cold hands are carefully caring for this unfinished love. Facing the sky, the initial youth when turning around is an endless flower on the other side, and I can't bear to give up all my life. At the end of the world, it is a sad text dancing in the wind.

The days like flowing water are dull and lonely. Looking back suddenly, the days have returned to the original point. Maybe this is the trajectory that life should have. Just like water, it turns back and forth, twists and turns, goes through a cycle of going back and forth and a hard journey, and finally breaks into small waves and throws them into the embrace of mother-the sea.