Others say that the past is beautiful, but there is no way to go back

The future is also very good, and you can still pursue it.

In this life, I am on this shore and you are on the other shore, all because of fate; In exchange for a thousand years of love, it has also slipped off the inscription of a thousand years of wounded ---.

Looking back for a thousand years, in exchange for the passing of this life; A thousand-year-old encounter in exchange for a lifetime of companionship in this life.

When the last tear fell between the fingers, it was slightly cold, cold. only to find out that love has long since disappeared out of sight.

Outside the window, the hazy sky was deep in my thoughts; The winds of the past have scattered my sorrows; There is my hillside covered with irises, highlighting the clear outline. In vain my memory is wounded on the surface of the lake.

The yellow sand flutters in the sky and your silhouette, and the white iris shows your tenderness. In the spring season, in the gloomy moment of sadness, unconsciously, it has quietly spread to the heart. Stay on your shoulder to feel the tenderness for a moment, look at the sunset and spend the moment together, so quietly, gently.

Injuries are always hidden behind happiness, alternately, buried, the scorching and glorious clear soul has long since disappeared the beauty that once had, full of wounds, aimless drifting, no way to come, no way back, rebellious, no training.

I thought I wanted the past, but I found that love must have an echo, and your love flies far away, like a migratory bird, the seasons change. My face always carries a shallow helplessness, you don't see it. Sadness retreats silently, the difference still exists, and there is no return.

The dust in the wind accumulates into damage. Leaving but still arguing over the rights and wrongs of the original. No matter how many words there are, they reveal the paleness and helplessness, the departure after a long time, our love.

Just like two parallel lines that never intersect, you can never draw a smooth straight line, miss the paleness of the moment, and miss the unchanging color.

How to recover the love with cracks, and how to come back to the time that is discarded. It's just that everything passed too quickly, there was no rehearsal, no staging.

Except for my tears on my face willful, blurring my vision, shedding sorrow, and finally no more. I can't see the figure isolated by the bushes, the salty tears, and I can't taste the future.

The look back in the wind and snow is all dreams, and the next meteor crosses which time and space. Met on paper, acquaintance in the pen, the rest of the words, dried by the wind, scattered by the rain. Turned into a wisp of incense, lingering. Just because the brightest light flashed in the world of Xiangxue Sea.

The miserable white moonlight hooks the past and buries the heartache. Put away the wound and hide the smile.

A figure, a lot of sorrow, standing at the window, what is avoided is the figure, and what cannot be avoided is the silent feelings. The murmuring sound that whistled by the wind turned into a thousand-year-old wound that had slipped. In this life, I am on this shore, you are on the other side, and there will be time to ferry and heal the wounds.

The person guarding the next stop is not you, nor me. The thousand-year-old tears of the flowers on the other side are not for this life, not for the next life.

--The thousand-year-old tears of the flowers on the other side.

Prose bar.

Life is in the world for decades, let the past pass, don't stick to the past, after all, it has become history, or yearn for tomorrow's life. No one is a saint, and if the past comes back, the taste will definitely change, and what will become of life in the future will definitely be affected. It depends on the open-mindedness of the person concerned.

On the whole, no matter whether the past is good or not, we no longer care about it, and we will take the road ahead in a down-to-earth manner.

Do you mean feelings, I partially agree with your words, but there are exceptions, not necessarily coming back is no longer beautiful, it depends on the individual.

Before the future, the future, the future, the future, the future, the past, the past,