The beginning and ending in an instant, the yearning for love is long.

Night falls, the lights are on, and the night is hazy. In the long shadow of the light, how many lovesickness feelings are evoked, and how many tears can't be together are shed in the depths of those affectionate eyes. In the middle of the night, I began to write a poem about the Prime Minister, and went to the pavilion to write leisurely, trivial, all kinds of human feelings, lingering, endless bustling wheatgrass, endless anecdotes. I wrote about acacia, which is sad and miserable, expressing the fate of no one, confusing old events, evoking bitter past events and tearful eyes.

Leave a memory in the hazy night and let it touch the door. For the time being, let this slender word replace the bleak sadness, indulge in wandering between your heart and fingers, and pour out the sorrow of the night and the pain of your heart. The origin and fate are as thin as a thread, and the love is endless. It's just that in the ethereal illusion like gossamer, the ups and downs of the past have become futile. Acacia is in the depths of the soul, holding the heart, holding the love, keeping the gas and pouring out the sadness.

Fate, unstoppable, accompanied by madness, accompanied by dreams, threw the grievances of Sansheng Sanshi into another heart, not for luxury, not for elegance, but for lifelong infatuation. The fate is ruined, the feelings are like mountains, the white heads are inseparable, the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, and reincarnation has become a joke in the past. I care too much about the affectionate smile. I am ignorant and naive. Everything is as beautiful as a new face, and it is even better than a new face. Just drive acacia into the wind and put a song in the air, named Sauvignon Blanc.

Love is scattered in several places and nobody cares. Holding the window lattice tonight, I sigh that things are impermanent, love is easy to break, and lovesickness is difficult. I once said, there is no you in the text, and there is no you in acacia. Have you ever known that you are everywhere in your heart? Now, you have taken away the tender lovesickness, and you can only comfort yourself with bony words and caress loneliness. In this way, the long cold night will not be sad. Just sigh, I can't talk to you, tell the past, tell my heart; I can't cook wine with you to enjoy the moon, taste your poems and pour out my thoughts.

I miss you, too, but things have changed and you are between the lines. It's too late, too late. Pay homage to the past with sad words. Although there are many things, they sting my heart and can't disturb your heartstrings. The night was long and the stars were shining. Acacia took root and sprouted, spiraling all the way up, holding my throat tightly and making me unable to breathe.

There is nothing wrong with lovesickness, but when lovesickness becomes a torture, it becomes a silent fault. Not to mention the deep feelings, the feelings of love are deep for a long time, and they are temporarily discarded. Just tonight, let me write this bitter acacia, pick a missing flower in front of my door, and in the sudden autumn, the cold wind gently rolls over and pulls the roots back and forth in the ethereal night. One Qiang and one flute, playing flute every night, and the song is moving. Origin, for you this life infatuation blurred, fate destroyed, for you this life lovelorn waiting, lingering thoughts.

Love is long, hate is long, love is serious, meaning is serious, and it is late to leave. Ask heaven, who sprinkled the bitterness of lovesickness on the earth, how many charming songs, how many people lovesickness, and finally parted ways.

I miss you for a long time, forget you for a long time, and my love for you is not old. I really miss you for two days. I want to write my love for you into a love song. When the night is quiet, I will play a serenade, a farewell, and a farewell.

Long, short, lovesickness, cold, warm, parting, night lovesickness, waiting for the song of lovesickness, holding your breath, closing your eyes and moving your fingers.

What I fear most in my life is not life and death, but the bitterness of parting. How many lovers can't be together? On a full moon night, I can only miss the bright moon. In the back of my farewell, I shed many melancholy tears, cried many touching eyes and tore many painful days and nights. Life is too short to cherish this charming dream and romantic time. The happiest thing in this world is to share joys and sorrows with those who love you and those you love.