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Wandering Alone in the Crowd, Until I Met You |
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I used to wander alone in the sea of people until I met you. You made my journey
no longer lonely, sharing every little detail of my life, accompanying me to
grow and prosper.
I spread love across the blue sky, so that when you feel restless, you can
simply look up and see it. I ignite my heart into flames, providing warmth for
you, who fears the darkness, to sleep peacefully. I understand that time is like
snow, sometimes covering everything, but our love is like resilient green leaves
that will be reborn. Your sensitivity and fragility, once resting on my chest,
need no words. I empathize with your occasional stubbornness and impulsiveness,
soothing and comforting you. I can feel the temperature of your body in my
embrace, and your smiles fill my eyes while our hearts are filled with our
shared stories. When being with you becomes a conviction, I will gladly lay down
stepping stones of hardship for your happiness. The contours of your smile are
the sweetest candies; as long as I see your satisfaction, what hardship could
there be?
You are like my left wing. Without you, I would become a fallen angel unable to
fly. Without you, I would realize that I've grown accustomed to having you
around, the bittersweet yearning and complaints. I miss our arguments, and in my
heart, you are my strongest pillar of support. You are my left wing, and no
matter how vast or distant the sky may be, I dare to venture forth by your side.
Without you, I'd rather not soar at all. Without you, I am left with this
incomplete self, devoid of meaning. I want to sit with you until the end of the
century, watching the sunset every day. Only with you, my world is not lonely.
You are so wonderful that I pray for you throughout my life. As long as our
hearts keep beating, I will always make you laugh and hold your hand as we grow
old together.
The vast expanse of stars is incredibly beautiful, but without you, everything
seems lifeless and dull. Our two hearts are constantly connected by an invisible
thread, keeping us within the same circle. Holding your hand is the best gift
you could ever give me, and I will cherish it until we are old. |
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