As light as the breeze, free and at ease

Time is too thin, fingers too wide, startled: vicissitudes of life, life is short; finger fleeting years, dust song scattered.

Gently touch the heartstrings, around the feelings, the interpretation of a lingering years. Dandelion in the sunset, where will you float to? With the weary wind, with the blurred rain, alone at the end of the world. Is it a whisper of a blend of feelings and scenes? Or do you miss it slowly?

In the reincarnation of the years, in the red bank of the setting sun, to whom do you know the flawless tidbits? The journey of life is full of twists and turns; the gathering and dispersion of life is also a mixed blessing. I am glad that in these years of gains and losses, I have the fate to meet you.

That year's dandelion, I do not know whose courtyard wall, wet moss, old red brick. How many poems and classics have been opened, how many earthly and fleeting years have been taken away.

There are always so many past events that I can't bear to look back. There are always some people who leave and never have a chance to see each other again. Like the dandelion in the sunset, once stood for you with the light yellow flowers, and made a wonderful moment of life.

Then, after that, a breeze, the white fluffy yearning, then went with the wind. Such as the letterhead published in time, beautiful how many hazy poems; such as wandering in the land of years, gracefully linger in how many dreams. Over the majestic pass, across the Lin Hai Mangyuan, saw through the bustling clouds and smoke, saw through the earthly obsession, or fell on the lights, or on the eaves of his hometown

Where can I find you again, at the Red Dust Inn? Turn around the corner? Waiting for you, reading hope during the day, waiting for you, breaking the hedge at night. In an old song, recall your Pingting appearance, your smile. In a love poem, salvage those green promises and slowly accumulate the time you have failed.

Dandelion, with all kinds of amorous feelings in the sunset, once twists and turns in my young dreams, drifting in my hasty chase, pasting in my wasted years, releasing a touch of bitterness on the soft wings of my heart.

No matter the fate is deep and shallow, we have met in the gentle spring, which is enough to write the love of Yunshui Zen heart. Thank you for your company, once amazing some time, fragrant a period of fleeting time, so that our youth has no regrets.

Only wish: the years are insipid! The dream is simple!

Dandelion in the sunset, when you are not stained with dust, clean and wandering at that moment, I am like you: as light as the breeze! Be at ease and at ease!

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