Those beautiful and breathtaking farewell letters. Shh, stop talking and write back!

Draw a game of life and death and write an ending to our story. Late at night, I like to sit alone by the computer, listening to wonderful music, and reading these sad sentences that are so beautiful and breathtaking. Are there any thoughts on your mind hidden in these beautiful sentences?

1. A mountain can't separate two people from missing each other, and a world can't separate them from each other without words. I will miss you for three lifetimes, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, and bury myself in the mountain. Between your bones, listen quietly to the trickling water, and the gentle breeze dancing with the falling flowers! Listen to the wind sing, it can't finish my lifelong thoughts, and the long flowing water can't finish my lifetime love.

2. The years are fleeting with a flick of the fingers, the dust of singing is scattered, and the longing is lost; lightly touching the strings, as delicate as the wind, who will break the longing? The affection that wraps around the fingers, the attachment of a lifetime, in the harmony of the pipa, interprets the nostalgia of the years one after another; when the love is deep, the loneliness is hard to hide, and the murmur in the ears is like a sigh when the flowers fall; the love cannot be told. Playing the shengxiao, no one will pity the loneliness in this life, spreading silently in the haze; grabbing a stream of running water, carrying a breeze, dyeing the flower paper white.

3. The bright moon dances in the breeze, and the dream falls among the falling flowers. When I woke up from a dream, it felt like a lifetime ago, and between my eyebrows, I was filled with lovesickness. Alone at the end of the world, drunk and greedy for pleasure. The worrying thoughts are endless. Leaning alone in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you playing the jade flute again, drunkenly pulling the strings of love? Looking into the distance for thousands of years, the prosperity has disappeared, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that I wandered around several times and couldn't get out of it, but it was still the sweet words among the flowers in the dream.

4. We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. Am I fascinated by you? Who is heartbroken for me? In the vast sea of ??people, who should I stay for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water be treasured? The world smiles, how many people have never found their true love throughout their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search. . . . Crying at the broken flowers in the sunset, letting a lifetime of love turn into the corner of the withered eyes.

5. If I can, I can stay with you for a thousand years, and I just want to care for you and smile at you for a thousand years; if I am willing, I am willing to stay with you forever, and I only want to miss you in black silk and white clothes. Your face in my heart is like the blooming and falling of a lotus, the setting sun's ink, the gentle ripples of your whispers, a few songs raised to the sky, and the fireworks that fill the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in the pavilion a mile away, with your bright jade fingers curled up in the gentle breeze, painting a corner of the blue sky and rising from the shore of the Meishui River?

6. Love is hurt, so many people have suffered, so many memories have been destroyed; love is sadness, so many people have been cold, and many thoughts have been lost. Even though moths fly into the fire, they still have no hesitation and just watch. Love hurts others and hurts oneself, but it cannot be cut off in a lifetime. I shed a long love, shed so many infatuated tears, drank a glass of turbid wine, and tasted so much love in the world! If you are my lotus, then let me stay in love with you forever.

7. A melodious piece of music conveys the joys and sorrows of the world. A touch of vicissitudes of life fills the sleeves, leaving no trace of worldly sentiments. Dance a lifetime of prosperity between your fingers, and play a romantic and melancholy song. Carry a bright moon and a wisp of breeze through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. The delicate fingers of loneliness slide over the sadness of the soul, showing how much affection remains. How many smiles and tears flowed, and suddenly I looked back, and in a confused dream, I devoted my whole life of tenderness and poetry, but when I looked back in confusion, I had already lost you.

8. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. It's half past midnight after Lishan's words are spoken, and I won't complain about the rain and ringing at night. How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings and branches are linked to the wishes of the day. Love does not have to last forever, the fragrance floats just right, ruthlessness does not necessarily mean determination, I only want you to remember: each other's smiles when we first met.

9. Looking back at the past life, we are connected in this life, and who can we rely on in the world of mortals? The so-called beauty is on the other side of the water. The beauty is hard to rely on and sheds thousands of tears! Leaning alone by the window, the moon shines on my face, looking forward to myself, feeling sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day by day and look forward to it every night! Magpies come to the branches, adding to the desolation, hopelessness, and tears on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty grows old easily, but how can one stop drinking wine? If we depend on each other, don’t leave!

10. Tears in the sea, clouds in Wushan, and the bustling world of Zimo. Looking back suddenly, the flower-like face and the sea-like tenderness will shine through the yellowing fleeting years, in the history books. Eternally beautiful moments. Tonight, the orchid boat is far away, and the fragrant grass is far away; I don’t want the willows to dance, and I don’t remember the flowers flying.

The clouds are broken and sparse shadows are slanting horizontally; the geese pass by and perch silently. At this time, I just want to be with you, Chanjuan.