50 Classic Love Text Messages

All the misfortunes will become a thing of the past, and time leaves us with beautiful memories; the long journey is not all loneliness: as long as I hear from you, I can hear the sound of flowers blooming; tonight, please come into my dreams.

Do you still remember that row of battered flower trees? For fragrance, the trees bloom after self-mutilation; carefully think about it, in one's life, how many times has one been hurt by suspicion and jealousy, and eventually, the wounds no longer blossom, but coagulate into the fragrance of flowers.

The cold does not come from Siberia! The news of your impending journey piles up like snow, and my winter arrives; fortunately, the ice only freezes the sweet nothings of the past, while your gestures remain like warm vines, entwining me all day long.