There is no chance in this life, and sad prose will continue in the afterlife.

Love in the world, even if it is deep and shallow, how much joy and how much perfection? How touching is it? You wake up with nothing, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, and you want to be heartbroken before you finish.

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There is no chance in this life, and it will continue in the afterlife. Time goes by. Over time, the lights are dim and the ink is not dry. When I suddenly think of you, the fragments of my thoughts will float gently with the wind. The wave of missing will gradually rise with the summer temperature, and your shadow in my heart will become clearer and clearer. Two lines of clear tears will slip quietly, and my heart will start to hurt again. The past scenes reappear, warm and sweet, heartbreaking and ecstatic.

All along, I am still waiting for you, my soul still lives in the harbor of your love, and I am still coveting your gentleness and your beauty. I miss this lingering feeling. You are the deepest love in my life. For you, waiting alone in the world of mortals, wishing to continue in the afterlife, I will cherish this hard-won affection even more, sitting alone in front of the pavilion, reading sad words, full of thoughts and pain. Silent world, lonely soul, clouds are sad, and I am crying quietly. Although we finally separated at the two ends of the world of mortals and faced each other across the ends of the earth, we could not miss day and night, nor could we miss deeply. My thoughts are still in my mind. I know I can't rely on the empty space, but after all, my lonely heart has a happy sustenance. I'm still waiting for you, where you can see it when you turn around. No matter the ends of the earth, you will always live in my softest heart.

If you miss this life, the road will continue. In the dead of night, looking at the bright moon on the horizon, I quietly drank a cup of melancholy in the moonlight and chased the past alone in an empty heart. The moon and stars accompany me affectionately, and the wind gently blows on my face, with a fragrance and you who miss you day and night. You stand in the wind with heartache and loneliness. I'm going to hold your hand, and I don't want you to drift away with the wind again in my lonely heart, as if you were still slipping through my fingers like the wind, disappearing into the moonlight and my sight. It turned out to be just an elegant wind, which came slowly and drifted away, leaving me alone, silent and quiet, with tears pouring down my face.

Love is providence, love is helpless, born in this world, there is no love without holes. Perhaps, in this life, we can only look at each other from afar and walk alone on the road of love, but I don't regret holding hands with you all my life. I really have no regrets. Love is silent. In this life, I only love you, and this feeling is only for you. Only hate the world of mortals; I sigh that the horizon is far away; Things have changed. I am still stationed on your face in the whirlpool of years. I am still waiting for you on the road of love. Even if I lose everything, I will not lose my attachment to you.

In this life, I have experienced too many ups and downs on the road of love, and I have not loved the person I love. Then I'll see you in the afterlife. If there is an afterlife, I would like to immediately turn it into a light smoke, turn the regret in this life into a marriage in the afterlife, and turn a string of tears into a fragrant rain. Looking forward to the afterlife, if there is an afterlife, you are still my only choice. I will always guard our love and wait alone, waiting for you to move on. ...