After listening, you hammered a few of my chest and said I was a big bad guy. "Where is there?" I immediately held you tightly in my arms and said. Looking down at you and feeling tender in my bosom, I reached out and touched your head. Then I gently brushed the hair off your forehead and said, "Fool, if you are a leaf in the next life, I would like to stay beside you so that you can feel my sunshine and poetic touch." Then we hug and hold on like this.

 I am always naive and always fantasies. I think one day I'll hold your hand and say "Happy Birthday, dear" to you and sing a happy birthday song, make a wish, blow out the candlelight of happiness, and then eat the cake together. Then hold you in your arms, whisper to you, maybe in the past life, you are a leaf, this life will realize the wishes of the past life, do a person, met me in the shade of the past life, and then let us go on like this, happily, until we grow old together.

As the saying goes, love is red and white. Red and white, white and red, only wish that one day, the wind gently blowing, flowers quietly open, I hold you in my arms, accompanied by the fragrance of birds and flowers, listen to the story of heaven and earth.

Only wish that one day, the water ripples, fish swim slowly, I accompany you to the lake boating, on the rise and fall of the sun, watching the vicissitudes of spring and autumn.

I want to ask questions about spring and autumn. A cup of wine in the night of love. Life is like this, there are too many things, let us in the pursuit of time, lost direction, forget the original wish.

We do not know that the past, whether brilliant or down, can not pile up a better future for us. Only on the way forward, constantly self-cultivation, enhance consciousness, can we in the sad and joyful intersection of life, the achievement of life without regret.