I am a book. I am not familiar with the love on the road, and I can't stop my love. There are many words that are superimposed on them. There are many slim walks in my heart. Tears and rains are hard to ask for lovesickness. I never retreat at the right time because there is still dawn and I never leave autumn. Because there is still the guardian winter, the two look of the years, and the change of seasons, I am still walking at the junction of words. What I can't forget is remembrance, and what I can't catch is the question and answer.

I am a tear, walking into lovesickness but never retreats. Meeting again is difficult to talk about. After a lot of accumulation and appointments, I have made so much effort, walking into lovesickness. The road I once walked will not change. However, this rainbow line of scenery has been hanging by my side, allowing me to remember, break my soul, and unforgettable for this life. Chasing the smell of infatuation and falling behind the protection of this life.

I am a dream, heart that cannot be entered, love that cannot be jumped out. It spans my heart, jumps out of the vertical and horizontal lines of love, sets sail for others, sets for myself, walks in the vertical and horizontal lines of time, without the company of memories, without the warm lovesickness, but continues to be thin and tasteless, spins the figure of lovesickness, cannot experience the heart outside of the heart, and cannot feel the tears.

I am a tree, standing in the sadness of others, without saying anything, listening to the words, not setting out for this, thinking about the changes of the seasons, not waiting for this, because my heart is on the ground, guarding it and being happy for it, leaving behind fallen leaves, the feelings of leaves, the feelings of the ground, and the lingering words, entering the heart, crossing the scenery, and seeing the harvest.

I am a heart. The words in my heart cannot be expressed, but I can see others' departure, tears and rain of words, parting in words, sometimes thinking about the truth, sometimes walking in the falsehood, the real and the adjustment of words in the change of thinking make me vulnerable, make me worry, worry about other people's feelings, and worry about the changes in the surrounding areas, because my departure cannot change the direction of others.

I am a road, you and him on the road, you walk on your fate, he calls his part, and their destiny belongs to the adjustment of the road. I cannot see your starting point, and cannot understand your words, because the changes in your heart can adjust the hope ahead and drive the blessings from afar. I am powerlessly waiting for you in my heart.

I am a saying, words are sent to others' hearts, but you are so confused about what you give, and so unclear about what others accept. The separation and reunion of words, my walking, I walked to the sky, but you are waiting at the end of the world, but he is pursuing in the corner, while I persistently protect this lovesickness. We have never met, but we have made an appointment in the world.

I am a ray of light, sprinkling light, and in order to illuminate the self in my heart, I have accumulated words and reflected the taste of encounter. You don’t need to understand, because I will set sail again at dawn, and I will still let you accept hope in the evening, walking in the vertical and horizontal lines of time, our fate has only passed by many times, but cannot be waited forever.

I am a drop of water, without a taste, but it allows many people to see hope. As the years pass, I unlock the combination of words and understand the response of judgment. The powerless me enters the warmth in my heart and cannot feel the taste of acquaintance. Our hearts are all in the taste of each other, and the accumulation of a lot has created the longing for tears.

I am a door and need the right key to open, but I have two directions for you, one is your words, and the other is your deeds. If your words open, you cannot enter the source of your deeds. If your deeds open, you cannot accept the response of your words. The reason why you can enter this door is very simple. As long as you make efforts, you can get analysis and judgment. Your waiting can also open this door, and you will get helpless encounter.

I am a line, pulling the person in words, holding the scenery in the deeds, connecting the shadows on the place. It appears because of the light, injects the soul because of the appointment, and shows off parting because of the encounter. It is not the push of the words, nor the regression of the deeds, but the sunshine in my heart that sets sail, and the warmth in the evening still protects the love in my heart.

I was a gust of wind, walking through silently, finding sadness, seeing hope, leaving blessings, running around for dreams in the distance, walking along the lines of time, I drift quickly, disappearing quickly, and I walk slowly, and I cannot let others feel the power of the wind. My direction is very simple, just chasing myself in other people's hearts. My departure is very simple, just let others know that warmth will appear.

I am a rainbow, and it will appear less when it appears, and it will make others say a lot. Although many people are waiting, the time I appear is very slim, because the time I appear is not something I can decide, but it changes in the changes in the sky. My departure cannot represent anything, but let everyone see that some knowledge is less, and analysis is correct.

I am a fire that can burn, which will only make others disgusted, emit, and make more people afraid. My mood cannot be controlled, but can change my mood as the words move, and make people confused as the words arrange them. I have not made too many mistakes, but you have used me to help you. Don’t blame me, just blame the direction you chose is not what you want.

I am a piece of paper, and anyone can write down his own efforts, but this lovesickness will never change. I am getting heavier and my space is getting smaller and smaller, while your lovesickness is getting heavier and heavier. As you accumulate more, you have more hope. As you pay more, you have more roads. As you analyze more, your judgment will begin to be confused. But I have never changed, and I still accompany you until old age.

I am a net, you can't walk out of my waiting, you think, you can't think of me listening, you are busy, I will say, you can't tell where I am. I can't walk into your heart because you are still moving forward, I can walk into your side because you are waiting, I can't wait for you at the end of the world because you need to move forward, I miss you in the corner because you can't change.

I am you. You set out at dawn, and I didn't wait in the evening, because we all accepted the time. Your departure is for ourselves, and my departure is for ourselves, and we all grew up in the vertical and horizontal lines of time. We cannot change the ending after departure, but we can look up at our starting point. Our time and departure are the same, but our ending cannot be calculated because we have many friends around us.

I am a person. My parents give my life, time gives me growth, place gives me companionship, words gives me knowledge, and deeds drive my dreams. The God-given encounter is prepared for me. I have to set sail for myself. I cannot decide my own journey, but I can accept guidance from others. I use the warmth in my heart to protect those cherished by myself, and use the accumulated encounters to create myself under the words of others.
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