The autumn wind blows gently.

by qvyfeifeic on 2011-09-19 19:44:51

The night of late autumn is so cool. The feeling after discussing the spirit of art is just like my heart & hellip; & hellip;

I know our feelings can never become a reality, yet I still can't forget you, can't forget the land by the horizon, my face full of vicissitudes and emaciation expresses my endless concerns and thoughts day and night. In the future, I can only keep that distant and hopeless promise in the increasingly aging years.

My beloved! My belated love, if there is another life, please do not forget, do not forget the woman who was lonely for you in the previous life. If there is another life, please remember, please remember your most beautiful promise in this life ------ we will continue our predestined relationship in the next life & hellip; & hellip;

The autumn wind blows gently, the waning moon hangs in the sky, and it's already deep into the night.

We have planted too much nostalgia and longing in this intangible network. The distance of thousands of miles separates us, we look at each other from afar, but I still cannot freeze my emotions, falling into it unintentionally, locked by love, imprisoned by feelings. I cannot forget your company across the screen, cannot forget your most beautiful promise in this life, how I want to embrace you deeply, how I want to become your eternal infatuation. Will there be such a day? The tireless autumn wind answers me.

The night stretches the yearning, the feelings buried in my heart confuse all my thoughts. A thread connects,

And those fallen leaves. My heart is so tired, but I can't find your warm shoulder. I knew I shouldn't think about it, but I can't control myself. I know clearly that this love has no result, but I always want to convince myself. The unbroken heart cannot respond, but you are deeply buried in my heart. In the dark night, I recall every word you said, you said we would continue our predestined relationship in the next life. This love that can never be fulfilled makes me go down the road of no return in emotions.

Sad as I am, I still stand alone by the cold window, looking in your direction, thinking of you who I can never reach but always care about.