In that world, your heart is there, waiting for me to read it.
I dare not hope that things that make us powerless and unpredictable can really become within our reach. Can you see what time looks like? Can you run through the years? Can you imagine walking in the promenade of time, watching the past play out around you, and watching the future come to an end? In our world, none of this can be imagined. The appearance of time may be wrinkles, it may be withered, it may be rickety, or it may be fading. I can see the sea changing into mulberry fields, but I can't see the flow of every second.
Human emotions are the same.
If love looks like mountains and mountains, then I am willing to climb mountains and mountains.
If love looks like mountains and rivers, then I am willing to travel mountains and rivers.
Maybe we will sit together under the windy sunset, sit on a certain hill in your heart, push the stone called the past down the cliff, and when our eyes meet again, there is no trace in your heart. And I can carry all my feelings on my back, stuff those concerns, thoughts, and heartbeats into my backpack, carry them on my back, and set foot on the road that leads to your heart. Along the way, I will encounter wind, rain and thunder and lightning. When the cold snowflakes are everywhere, this is your indifference; when the leaves in the sky are lifted by the breeze, this is the moment when you are tempted to me. I wiped my sweat, raised my head, and could see the high mountain in front of me. That would be the moment when we fell in love. In this way, carrying all my worries, walking through your heart, touching you with a knowing smile, stepping through all your indecision, when I encountered the ravine called disappointment, I leaned down and gently moved it with my hands. The folds in your heart are smoothed, and when I encounter the pool of springs called temptation, I try to fill it with tears. In the storm, thunder and lightning, I feel your joys, sorrows, and joys. On this road destined to be lonely and silent, I walk through your heart alone, as silent as a spaceship in outer space. All your emotions and thoughts are like a book spread out. The dictionary is densely filled with annotations, some places are folded, and some places have been blurred due to repeated corrections, I try to identify and wipe the scars for you.
I read your heart like this.
This is how I crossed your heart.
I believe that I have paid a little, and my love has been fulfilled a little.
It's a way forward forever.
If there is a flame of love or even a spark between lovers, no matter how weak, it will eventually burn. All brightness is turned on by twilight. If there is a seemingly non-existent interaction between the two of you, when the wind blows across your face, you look up and see his eyes, when you are helpless, the other party cares just right, only the two of you understand the pun. . . And all those entanglements, hesitations and hesitations in your heart are also growing in his heart.
Love is an unstoppable growth, even if it can be destroyed and consumed, it cannot be suppressed.
"Always remember, there will be reverberations"
The quality of love is negative.
When you fall in love with someone, or think of your lover, your heart will feel like it has wings, and it will feel lightly and want to fly. When walking, the footsteps will become brisk, no matter how long or far the walk is, it will not feel difficult, and even jump up to the edge of the steps, stretch out both hands as freely as walking on a rainbow, as if gravity Suddenly it doesn't work for you. If it is the same weight, then carrying 40 pounds of rice on the body and carrying your own child, the feeling of physical exertion is completely different. The quality of love is negative. It can make you feel that you are carrying a heavy burden such as family responsibilities, livelihood, etc., but you don't realize it, or even enjoy it.
On the other hand, when the lover disappears, the love is also taken away by the TA. Your heart will become heavy, like a big stone pressing down on it, and your heart will sink down from the chest until you have no appetite for food and water. When I was walking, I couldn't lift my feet up, I walked very slowly, and I was physically and mentally exhausted. The whole body seems to be filled with lead, and the eyelids are too heavy to hold up. You will want to fall into endless sleep after endless sleep, and do not want to wake up.
Love is reality in the guise of fantasy, it is telepathy to the fullest.
In humans, there are two organs that work that are difficult to simply explain with formulas and compounds. These two organs, one is the brain and the other is the heart. The brain leads us to understand the external world rationally and objectively, and to explore the laws of the universe. The heart can lead us to experience the indescribable but objective world, which we call the emotional world. The external world rotates day and night, withering and withering, but in your emotional world, only love is immortal, and the seasons are everlasting.
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