Zhang Ailing once said that I met the people you met among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, there is no early or late step. I just happened to catch up, so there is nothing else. It can be said that he can only ask softly: "Oh, are you here?"
And he, in tens of thousands of years, was wrong with her for four centuries. For this reason, he refused to be stubborn and strode arrogantly. The vast sea of time has finally met, whispering in a low voice: "My love, you found me..."
His voice, like a veil, flicked the memory of her previous life, and her eyes appeared in front of her four hundred years ago. Mountains and forests, fascinating flowers blooming everywhere, she also saw herself in the past, the most dazzling woman who was broken by rumors, fell sadly, her skirt was blown up by the wind, like a full and mournful flower falling on the branches .
"My prince is dead. It is meaningless to live without him. I hope we can meet in the sky."
She sadly saw that the princess's face was a river, a river full of pain, tears and broken heart. That was her burial. Where, he also buried his four hundred years of pursuit and love. She remembered her lover in the previous life, tears streaming down her face, and the tears from the corner of her eye flicked with his hand, scattered into brilliant and sad diamonds. At that moment, I forgot the darkness and curse, blood and desire. All I know is this sad love affair that spans time and space.
She stroked his face, buried him deep in her chest, and muttered: "I'm afraid I won't feel your touch anymore. I thought you were dead." He took her hand and placed it gently on his left. The chest, there is calm like a cemetery at midnight. He lives, but he has no life. If there is no love, he is nothing. He betrays his faith and is cast aside by others. He is a monster that everyone wants to kill. He sucks blood, fears the sun, and pays homage to his lover in the boundless dark night. For love, he is willing to live by himself.
She said, God forgive me, I love you. I want to be like you, see what you see, love what you love.
God forgive me, you spurned and turned away for the world, but I love you. Because of love, we have all become madmen of God.
He said, I will give you eternal life, give you long-lasting love, teach you to call the wind and rain, drop the beast and tame the birds, follow me, and be my favorite wife forever.
If it was me, I couldn't refuse such affection. I seem to see her letter paper falling into the dark blue turbulent tide with the wind again, and he, standing in the flames of heavy candles, hiding his face and crying, blood and tears, sad and pale, four hundred years old Climbed up his sorrowful hills again.
I watched her with disheveled hair, staggering, running in front of her lost lover, brazenly holding up her spear, and looking at her earthly husband decisively. Snow, one by one, fell on her eyelashes and melted in the raging flames under her eyes. Among. He traveled through the vast sea of loneliness for her for four hundred years. Now he is isolated and fell to the ground. Only her, with a weak body, resolutely guards his white-haired lover.
I was thinking of only that sentence over and over again in my heart: You are my love, my life, forever and ever.
She shed tears and kissed her dying lover. His eyes were sunken, his pale skin clung to the vicissitudes of bones, exuding a decadent sadness like a skeleton. And in the end, Love freed them from the darkness, a beam of light shone on Dragu's face, light years back, he became the prince four hundred years ago, and rested in peace.
Four hundred years ago, she fell into the river for him. Four hundred years later, she rested for him. The men and women on the murals embrace the deep joy of flying to the sky, and I know they will meet in the next reincarnation.
It should be on the streets of London, the sun is warm, and the theater is performing Shakespeare's plays. Their eyes met, his cane and her skirt, his affectionate invitation and her smile agreed, and then he took her to a movie.
In the next life, you are not a prince, I am not a princess, we are just lovers.
You are my love... and my life... Always...
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