Into my heart, lost my soul

01.

This autumn weather, like a crying child, from time to time crying a face, dripping with wisps of tears.

In this silent night, outside the window is the "rustling" sound of rain, the house is the wisps of love, the lights are dim, holding the chin, looking at the night, no stars, no moon, even the street lights are suddenly extinguished, the deep alley, no one is walking, in addition to the fluttering of love, in addition to the pain of love, there are still left What is left?

A person, a house, a city, guarding this lonely loneliness, let the spread of love step by step devoured me so that the whole soul for a person and thought and thought.

What a beautiful girl that is!

As from the poetry of the fair lady, generous, dignified, and elegant, with a woman's unique gentle euphemism, the most delightful is that a talent, with a beautiful pen, writing the vicissitudes of the world and the ups and downs of love.

Deeply, enchanted by this stunning temperament, as if wandering in a sea of flowers, I felt an unprecedented sense of fragrance and warmth, the whole heart completely immersed in the sea of love, no longer wanting to struggle.

02.

The most important thing is that you have a soul, and when the soul is tied to one person, intoxicated by one person, it will become lost, as if there is no soul.

The empty eyes, in addition to the dull color, can no longer make it glow, numbly walking, as if the soul has long gone with the distant people, to a distant city.

I am living, suffering only for love; living, tossing, and turning for you alone.

The sound of footsteps resounded again in the deep alley, surprisingly familiar, the heart suddenly had a slight rhythm, eyes flashing a trace of surprise, graceful and slender figure slowly approaching, lifting the eyes, instant eyes and dull, heart, as if the tide rose and fell, converted to calm, not the familiar face, nor the graceful figure like a willow, see the girl holding an oil paper umbrella fluttering past, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl, the girl. The tears unknowingly flowed down.

It was a bitter taste.

I can't hold the umbrella in my hand, and abandoned it in the alley, slowly squatting down, sobbing gently on the wet green stone road, I don't know how many love footprints we have printed, from this end to that end, every day repeatedly walking, but now, my dear, where are you in the end?

03.

The person who is in the heart, the love that is in the heart.

The person who entered my heart and lost my soul from then on.

Yes, everyone should have such a feeling, when deeply in love with a person, will be because of TA's joy, TA's sadness, and follow the joy or sadness, and when this person is far away, the heart, has become an empty shell, the soul has also drifted to nine days away.

The person is there, but the heart is not; the body is there, but the soul is not.

How I hope, in this life this beautiful time can once again hold hands with you in this deep alley, we once again lingering embrace, once again walk across the small bridges of Jiangnan, walk across the long long embankment, walk through the mountains of summer flowers, listen to the chirping of birds, the sound of the rain outside the window knocking on the glass "drip drip drip" sound.

"I stand at the back of time, quietly looking at you, even the shadow also sighs, this like so strong, but can not be good together."

I and my shadow depend on each other, I and my shadow silently sigh, that into the heart of the person, ah, let my soul travel beyond the nine heavens, would like to retrieve the soul of that longing, but unfortunately, it has long since ceased to make the call.

In this life, even if my soul is in a distant city, looking for you, my body will also stand in this old place waiting for you, hoping that one day, you will come to the moon and smile at me with deep love.