Will you come tonight

I, gently light up this familiar space, and my running steps stop here. Some people say that this is the shore of the net sea. If you come, she will also come, as long as you are willing to wait. In this vast sea of nets, there must be someone willing to ferry you for you. If you don’t believe it, you should be a legend. Gently, Gently I’m coming. I, bypassing thousands of rivers and mountains, bypassing shu dao, stepped on a wisp of smoke. I looked through the autumn moon just for the waiting in my heart. Do you still remember, you once said to me —— that life, you are Qingshi, I am crescent moon, that life, you are the ancient temple, I am the green lamp, you are falling flowers, I said for the fate of Xiu Niang, it was five hundred years of waiting. How could the meeting in this life be a dream on the three-Life stone, whether it is red dust or illusory, and the fate is scattered, just like other reunion, perhaps, this is the fate of previous life and present life. In the long red dust, in the ethereal ethereal world, in this seemingly prosperous network, how many dreams are not still waiting, waiting for a quiet, waiting for a tolerance, give Your Heart a heart of the sea and let the sea breeze blow away all the wind and dust. Gently, Gently I’m here, are you there? Do you know, I wish I could drive a boat with you when I am tired, and we will drift in the boundless smoke water together, the scenery along the way, the ups and downs of the Green Mountains, the clear water, the clouds in the red dust, the rushing in the red dust, and those trivial days have all become the spring and autumn days in the past, and they have been put into the east wind, let the water flow east. Do you know that in places outside the net and sea, in the depth of our red dust, there is a forget River in Hades, with a weak water of 3,000, which lasts forever and separates the two boundaries of yin and yang. There is a mysterious ferry man on the forget River. Every hundred years, he will ferry a soul. Whoever has a fate with him can take his ferry, so he can ferry the past life. If love is like fireworks, it will only bloom for a moment, and failure is also a brake. However, I am more lonely than fireworks. In the wind, I have memories of past lives. In the rain, there will be sadness of past lives, rolling in the red dust and flourishing, whether I am still me or not, where will you be. How many rivers will we cross in the rush of red dust? When did the river called Forget the river cross? Is it in a dream. On the Smoky River, the ship came and went diligently, full and empty. Those creatures who were integrated into the red dust would still be happy when they set off from this ferry again. If, at the moment of reaching the other shore, I see the figure that you are coming in a hurry, will I jump down without hesitation? This is called the river of forgetting the river. The water is cool and refreshing, and the song arouses a layer of fine ripples. The two sides across the river are called the river of forgetting the river. Will you sing for me at that time. Maybe I will write a piece of love for you and read it for you. Take a boat with you and wait for you to cross the shore. Go all the way to the world. May you be with me! Picasso in the east was wandering in the tunnel of time. I could forget my age and travel in the red dust, but I couldn’t ferry your abandonment. Between half a dream and half a awake, I was drunk for thousands of years. How could the love return to the deep, the red dust ferry, drunk lying two-phase lead. In the cold and red dust, you are most eager for your warmth. I am on this shore, are you still on the other shore. How much is the question? No one can lock the love and hate in the red dust in the crowded crowd. Through the transmission of music, I know that if there is an unguarded sadness in the red dust, it is also the beauty when flowers bloom and the dark fragrance created by them. I am so immersed in music that I feel so good. I like to render White language, melodious melody and sad music. Love is obsessed with love, and the pain is so painful that I stand in the deepest corner of the red dust, wait quietly for the rose that belongs to me. Let’s use a smile to show the irresistible kindness, put down the scars, ferry the world of mortals, and ask how many times I have come. Are you there? Gently twist the years and carry a touch of warmth with your heart. Twist a touch of care to accompany you to the end of the world. Flowers bloom and cherish each other, flowers fall and do not abandon, red dust ferry, you are happy. It brightens each other’s lives and warms the past. Three thousand weak water, I only take one ladle, red dust ferry, you are the one who crossed me. There is a kind of keeping together in the red dust not in the morning and evening, but in the heart. When your fingertips pass through the fleeting time, you become the warmth in my life. Cry with me, laugh with me, wait with me, and Bloom with me. Tonight, will you come tonight? Tonight, I light up all the lights. Tonight, will you come? If, if you are the flow in June, will you miss the bright lights. If, if you are the fallen meteor, will you miss the bright light. Come on, this bright light is the bright tribe, and you are the messenger of light. Tonight, I will fill the Qiuyang, will you come. Isn’t it, is this warm fragrance and strong taste not enough temptation? Isn’t that warm autumn, this strong friendship, not harvest. Tonight, I find you in the fallen leaves, will you come. Maybe, maybe your story has already been collected by autumn leaves, and I still want to add this for you. Maybe, maybe your years have gone through the wind and frost, and I will still be drunk in your passion. Come on, treasure all our gains and drink to this dream.

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