Who is destined to be achieved by the boundless yellow sand in the sky? We live peacefully in each other's world, but at the moment when this unpredictable desert wind suddenly rises, we can never go back to our original world.
Even if love is so unstoppable, after all, if it is one step late, it will be too late.
Isn't that the end of it? Forget those passions and love; there is that deep helplessness and emptiness. We are all too tired. If you lose it, you will lose it, only those newspaper clippings, those murals, those words are in the book and the memory will last forever. But why, our love, should be flickering in the smoke of war.
How long is a day in a cave where the sun does not see the sun? A week, or a month? I wrote down the despair and hope of dying in the dark, and I can only mourn you in my heart, dear, take care. It's a pity that you can't hear this, all I can leave is the remnants of my life, soaked in the memories of yellow sand. It's okay, okay, I'm at the end of my life and tell you, I've always loved you deeply.
My darling, I'm waiting for you. How long is it the day in the dark? A week? Fire is gone out now
. guest. All I know is that a woman is my wife. She has a garden facing the sea. She said she was going to be buried in the garden watching the sea.
Only that book, he knew everything. It is written on it, burning the heart like fire; it is written on it, tenderness is like water; it is written on it, never parted.
Piecing together your memory little by little, do you remember my face? If everything could be done all over again. . . . Don't do it all over again, having experienced you, my life is enough.
This chaotic world is filled with flames, and the love of our life has been achieved.
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