I will hide this love in the fleeting time.

I will hide this love in the fleeting time.

I will hide this love in the fleeting time. We all know that love is hard to come by. If we don't cherish it, it's hard to get it back after we lose it. Once this love disappears, it is farewell. Let's read this love together, and I will hide it in the fleeting time. I hope you like it.

I will hide this love in the fleeting time. If love becomes an obstacle, maybe we will really come to an end. Seeing that you are having an affair with him, I know this heart has already been scattered all over the floor. No matter how hard I try, I can't piece together the original integrity.

Looking back on this journey, we have experienced too many joys and sorrows, and never thought that such an enviable relationship would come to a farewell day. Sometimes, your rogue, your free and easy, and your incredible words caught me off guard, but these are the only memories you left me.

I know that even if time goes back again, our ending will be as hasty as it is now. Because, as you said, there is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, let alone two unrelated people. Perhaps, what I can do is to cherish it when we meet, say goodbye gently when we leave, then wave to each other and turn around, which is forever.

I can't remember how long we have known each other for a long time. It feels like a century-old friendship, and it feels just a quick glance. Perhaps, life is like this! From acquaintance to acquaintance, from love to separation, it seems to be just a long-lost dream. When people woke up, the building was empty.

In the world of mortals, perhaps only passers-by are each other's ultimate destination. In this earthly reincarnation, I passed you by, and you passed me by, coming and going, stop and go. At the end of the story, we left nothing and took nothing away, as if we had never been to this world. Dreamland life, living, maybe just a bloody process, God let us hurt each other, just to remember each other, even if we never met, it is better than never meeting.

I thought I would never fall in love with someone so desperately in my life. When you appeared foolishly, I lost myself invisibly. In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, and I have never smiled so knowingly again. I don't know why, in my world with you, my paradise seems to be back to its original appearance.

Playing coquetry with you every day, gossiping with you, listening to you hurt me, listening to you scold me, it seems that all this has unconsciously become a part of my life. Do you know that?/You know what? Only in this atmosphere can I feel your concern, and only in your rogue words can I feel full of happiness.

Perhaps, all the good things are short-lived. Finally, this day has come. I know, from the moment I fell in love with you, I predicted the ending. Although I can't change it, the only thing I can do is to make it come later. However, this scene came so suddenly that I didn't have time to prepare. You are gradually alienated and neglected, which has made me lose my original reserve.

Maybe, as you said, I don't know anything about love and I'm not qualified to love. I understand that a scarred person has long lost the right to love, so every humble retention has become a reason for your blasphemy. Fool, maybe you will never know that the days spent with you are the most beautiful eternity in my life. Even if the glory is so short-lived, it is more precious than I have ever had.

I know everything you say has nothing to do with me. Looking at those cold words, I can't help but be jealous, and I will be inexplicably confused. Then, I will be in pain and raging. Understand? Many times, I hope you can say something to me, so maybe my heart will not be so difficult to calm down.

Looking at your ambiguity with him, those gentle words, like needles, took root in the softest place in my heart, and a needle plunged into my heart. It was your warmth that I could never feel, but now it has become the source of my tears.

Many times, I think, as long as I disappear, you will know that I exist. Later, I found that whether I disappeared or not, I was just a bit part in your dynasty.

I forgot how many such nights, a person quietly looked at your head, quietly, but did not dare to disturb easily. I know you are waiting for him, and I know that no matter how hard I try, I can't get into your heart after all. But I'm still watching, hoping that maybe when you are tired, you will see the dim light and still keep my figure.

After so many years, gradually, I'm used to squatting down and hugging myself when I'm helpless, and then, all the grievances flow clean and pretend to face tomorrow as if nothing had happened. Occasionally open those past pictures, everything will be played back in my mind like a movie, but at the end, I will be left alone.

When you delete all my messages, I know that from now on, I have no right to say a simple good night. Perhaps, in Wang Yang, a stranger, we are doomed to forget each other, your happiness and your sadness. From then on, I can only have a panoramic view, silently grieve for you, silently shed tears for you, but I can't find an identity that I can care about anymore.

In fact, this distance is also quite good. At least, we won't miss it again, and there will be no more separation. Everything went back to the past, and we recovered the strangeness when we first met. Perhaps, this kind of human feelings is also a kind of inner sublimation. From strangeness to familiarity, and then from familiarity to strangeness, we weighed everything. In the end, we still can't escape the lonely life. Everything in the world can always make people sigh, just like our eternal jokes.

If, with the passage of time, you have put me out of the crowd, please remember that no matter where you are, you should take care of yourself for me. This love, I will hide in the fleeting time and never touch it.

I will hide this love deep outside the window of Love 2 in a fleeting time. A bright moon hangs high in the air and stratus clouds circulate. With the halo of the moon, summer nights are written as gentle seasons. Maybe this season is more suitable for missing you. I miss you so much. Memories are like ivy, branches and vines, which grow wildly along with time. Turn into a poem full of tenderness, and pour out how much lingering. With graceful feelings, I wrote a little poem, tossing and turning in the midnight dream.

The fleeting encounter, lifelong yearning, heart-to-heart dependence and heart-to-heart understanding set off an intoxicating love chapter. Meeting is fate, no need for deliberate modification, and no need for words. One look can shock the soul; One action can contribute to the beauty of life. A cup of faint tea fragrance and a sincere word can bounce off the fiery heartstrings of you and me and enjoy the fragrance and sweetness of love in the romantic season. I know your tenderness and your love. Your smile and your kindness are in my eyes and in my heart. How long did it take me to meet you and miss the scenery before I was allowed to be you? This is god's arrangement, destiny takes a hand.

Love for love, love a city for you, just because you are here. From now on, every minute, just for one person, just for one person to fall in love with this country, guarding the peace in my heart, walking calmly in the words, looking for your hazy figure, silently interpreting the words of flowers, and carefully collecting your gentle and affectionate smile and pillow. Pick up a clear word and sing softly like water and tenderness. Acacia wrote about lush appearance, across the other shore, I looked at you with a smile. A curtain of graceful thoughts is bound on the title page of the years, leaving only inner peace, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and watching the clouds roll and relax. I miss you, I miss you, I am stepping on the dust of the moon, and I am touching a love that has left the world. Each is a feeling, each is a romance, and each is like a flower in my heart.

Gentle feelings like water, across the Qian Shan, graceful and regretless attachment, through my fingertips, fall into your eyebrows. Twist the words into flowers, according to the feeling of the moon, such as the fingertips stained with water, full of thoughts floating, vivid and warm all the way. Thousands of people in Qian Qian are waiting for you, just for a deep commitment in the wind. Holding light ink, I sing an unforgettable love for you. Collect the bits and pieces encountered along the way, spread out the plain notes of the years, use happy pen and ink, and use elegant brushstrokes to make the stories in your heart bloom like flowers. Waiting for happiness to bloom and waiting for the wind to join hands with you; The moon is full in the west building, and the sound of the piano is tender. Being with you at the most beautiful time and meeting like a flower will make me a beautiful city in my life.

The night is so quiet, the smell of roses in the distance attacks my sense of smell, just like endless thoughts lingering in my heart. I can't deceive you, because my thoughts about you have become the silk thread of fate. Even if you and I are at the ends of the earth, we can still see you. Warm and thin years together, grow old together. Sing the plain language of Qian Qian, cut a long flowing water, hold a tender thread, leave a song-like memory, wear a plain clothes for the soul, and be warm with you. Let the most beautiful encounter bloom into a tree at the fingertips, let the love in time faint in ink and wash, and turn it into a beautiful picture gracefully, not admiring the lead, but keeping the original heart. Only wish, time is not old, and the years are not scattered.

The fireworks of life, there is a distance, called far, also called near. Meeting you has melted my lonely heart for thousands of years and softened my forgotten heart! I just want to take a touch of flowers with you in this life and watch the years go by; A lifetime of love, accompanied by gray. In the bright sunshine, in loneliness, where the blue light is swaying, you will always be the only figure in my eyes and the only resonance in my heart. Many times, I tell my regrets in scattered words and fold my thoughts in ancient poetry. Many words, in the self-evident induction, that kind of beauty that has long been collected has taken root in a feeling called feeling cherish. Even across the Qian Shan, I can still see that warm smile, longing for the warmth of interlocking fingers and the warmth of lips and teeth.

On the road of red dust, cherish having you and meeting each other; In the troubled world, I am grateful to have you, and I am grateful that you have become the most heartfelt page in my time story. A word of confidence, a word of treasure, a ripple of the past. This season, loaded with too much happiness, condensed with too deep thoughts, bit by bit, full of blessings, immersed in homesickness, cut a dance between time and time, take a moonlight to fold my thoughts, pour the tenderness of my life, pour the nostalgia of my life, and hold a deep affection to warm in the fleeting time.

With the cold wind, close your wet eyes slightly, and through the blush between your fingers, it seems that it is your happy face, so that the warmth in rhyme instantly permeates your palm and immerses in your fingers. That throb lingers in my heart for a long time; I can't see your world, but I feel the happiness you give me. With you on the road of love, my steps are no longer messy and the sound of the piano is no longer sad.

The sky of memory is full of my deep attachment to you. It's not easy for you and me to meet. I will cherish it with my persistent feelings. Even if I can't reach out and touch your blue sea and blue sky, I will still feel your warm breath from a distance, hide you in my heart forever, and let this spoony heart dance every unforgettable night. In the dull fleeting time, I folded my love into a picture scroll, packed my Zen bags, walked on the noise of the world of mortals, picked a quiet year, read life safely, enjoyed time and realized life. Is it possible to make an appointment for a period of time, have a dusty relationship with you and me, and hold hands with you to carry the fate to the end?

The world of mortals feels warm with you. Every year, every year, I think about it and feel it. I've always been here, warming up a pot of years and talking to you with a smile! I am with you in this life, and only love depends on you. Love flies, make a promise without regrets. I hope to meet you in a miss, so that all the search and waiting, together with the sound of flowers, will fall in my surprise and your vicissitudes of joy. In this life, I will only be a woman who is comfortable with you, and I will be happy with you in ordinary days, until I stumble, until my hair is silver, and until the end of time, I will keep a sense of happiness and security that is not contaminated with dust. I wish you love and happiness all your life. Hand in hand in this life, let's use the morning bell in the south and the dusk drum in the north to describe this most beautiful encounter and deepest love as poetic ink and painting.