There is a kind of love, I have cried, I have struggled, I have been in pain, but I can never catch up with the pace of happiness, I can't catch the fuzzy back in the dream, if one day this love is broken Please forgive the salty tears, and thank you for meeting you in this happy moment.
There is a kind of love, no sound, no shape, across thousands of mountains and rivers, across time and space, invisible and intangible , But there is a faint link between two hearts from different worlds of heaven and hell. They can only feel each other with their hearts, fantasize with love, feel the happiest thoughts, and fantasize about the purest love.
There is a kind of love, love that is unforgettable, but it is meaningless in the other person's world when thinking of painful test. Knowing that you miss him, the other party will feel heartache, because of this love, the other party can't give promises, can't make promises, like a candle in your hand walking on a windy night, chance hope, just don't know the next or when Extinguished, it was as brilliant as fireworks. Untouchable love, a promise that one party can't afford, and a future that one party can't afford. There is a kind of love that cannot be seen or touched, but it has become a part of life unknowingly. Once it disappears, once it is abandoned, the kind of despair, the kind of unwillingness and reluctance, just like the tearful little girl who has lost her most beloved love Like my doll, standing on the side of the road was dazed and helpless, unable to find a way home. This kind of love limits the future, but opens the shackles of time, so that the freedom of love is not bound by it, and eternity finally believes in the moment of happiness.
There is a kind of love, which can only be unspeakable, understand each other's difficulties from your own perspective, and experience the other's unspeakableness in the other's position. Can't see each other's deep eyes, can't hold each other's tender embrace. Like the love of an angel, standing in different countries, clearly feeling the existence of the other party, but can't reach out his face, like a beautiful soap bubble bursting in the air with one wave, breaking when touched, only smiling with closed eyes.
There is a kind of love, the love is deep, the love is true, but never enter the other person’s world, cannot see the other person’s face, cannot touch the other person’s body, cannot feel the other person’s body temperature, cannot smell the other person’s breath , Can only stand in their respective... worlds, holding the same blue sky that belongs to each other, and burying love deeply in my heart through the same ray of sunshine.
There is a kind of love, which is untouchable, and there is a kind of lover called untouchable lover. They are like the sky and white clouds. If there were no clouds, would the sky be lonely? If there is no sky, where should the clouds stop?
