Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

Cold tears, iced wine.

Drunk dream not awake, eager to return home.

What can stay at the next stop?Will love wait for our arrival at the next stop?Will we still see such beauty if it is overdue?If life is just like the first time you see it, it will be hard for you to swim in the sea!So in the days to come, will you wear cold armor and protect yourself carefully?The first time I have loved, the subsequent love will not be so easy to love, and I will carefully protect myself.Let others, let yourself live hypocritically.

If love is true for the first time, so immature and unadorned, without any skills, and love is frank and sincere, then the weakest emotional touch should be at that second.The moment of gentle kiss with lover, close to each other carefully, exchange each other's hearts in an instant, and then feel that everything is so beautiful, I feel that my heart is going to be broken, loving someone can feel like going to heaven, such a beautiful feeling Can it not be cherished and missed?

Love is really something that makes people feel beautiful and young.No amount of money can buy such an understanding of life when you can find the one you love and feel true love.No amount of time can be recalled and exchanged.In the drunken dream, I can vaguely remember your face, the gentle and warm cold, pouring into my heart like a clear spring, every heartbeat is because of you, maybe you are the only reason I am alive.If you can't fulfill your own love, whether you can fulfill other people's love one day in the future.

We have to go there to find what is lost there. Will we throw it away in such a foolish way next time?Perhaps, every search is just an empty illusion.

I came here reluctantly, and then I will leave in relief after all. I don't know if it is for the person who is reluctant to give up, or for what?Running around in vain like that, but unwilling to meet each other in my lifetime.A woman's heart is so difficult to guess, what is the reason for love and what is the reason for hate, as long as she doesn't tell, others will always be unable to guess.

Greedy for love, even jealous of his own shadow.He said how beautiful the reflection in the water is!You will question him and ask him what about me?Even if it's your shadow, you don't allow him to like it. You are so absolutely selfish, hoping that his eyes can see nothing but you.Even a reflection of oneself is intolerable.The reflection in the water is like an illusion, but how real are you?One day, if you are as bleak as this flower, or as leisurely as this clear water, what will you wait for?

Time is on the left bank, love is on the right bank, always looking at each other across the bank, encountering each other unexpectedly, passing by each other, there is always such a step difference.Love is always before or after time, so you can't touch it, and you can't share it with time.When will we be able to put time and love in the same place?Time flies by, is it you who take away?Is it love?Or something else?Those rushing time, riding a horse rushing to, and then rumbling past, before you have time to see clearly, you know that the years have passed, and you can no longer see the leisurely youth!It turned out that what I ran away in a hurry was all the past that I could not go back to after many years.In those chaotic times, it seemed so difficult to say "I love you"!

The grass grows and the warblers fly, everything can’t be repeated, the past time still hangs leisurely on the sunny day in the past, and the dampness left by the rain seems to be a matter of the afterlife in a flash.

In Tibetan Buddhism, there are legends about the six realms of reincarnation. Every baptism of reincarnation is a catastrophe of fate. No one knows who you will meet, meet or destroy in this realm. It is an unknown, known .

Sometimes love is like a cigarette, you can either light it or choose not to.Love is like the numbness of tobacco. If you refuse to ignite it, it will still be intact, but no matter how well it is preserved, it will still cause the cigarette to expire and become tasteless.Nothing in the world can be preserved well.When it is ignited, there will be a burst of love numbness, pain and joy coexist, and a short moment of relief.No matter how beautiful the feeling is, it will be wiped out in the puffs of smoke, turning into wisps of light smoke and disappearing in the air.Love is like the taste of a cigarette, it's over when it's burnt out!What can be found?Except for the traces of tobacco blackening between the fingers.No matter how bright love is, it is just a burst of fireworks. Light a cigarette and watch a love-like fireworks with you.

Burn out, burn out in love and reluctance.

Hypnosis, hypnosis in pleasure and pain.