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Whispers of Enchanting Longing |
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Time passes, leaving no trace. Only memories left behind in the rolling
world, lingering in their unique way. The sound of blooming flowers in
youthful times, the bold personalities in lonely years, all because of these
memories, appear exceptionally enchanting. The cold breeze of the dark night
rustles, passing by my window, swaying lively bells. My heart follows this
fluttering and quietly shows off in its own world, colorful and vibrant.
Soft moonlight pours down, sprinkling delicate softness all around. The moon
seems to understand these sentiments, becoming moist, complete, and serene.
It only scatters a faint light on the ground, and such scattering disturbs
the thoughts accumulated in the mind.
In such a peaceful night, with only the faint sound of the wind, it is
perfect for longing. The entanglement, the allure, is just a pure heart,
clear and transparent. This is exactly what I desire, untouched by dust. I
truly enjoy this feeling, cherishing it. Despite the vicissitudes of time,
amidst the hustle and bustle of life, we still care deeply for each other.
Isn't that wonderful? It truly is.
So, I am willing to keep you entangled in my heart for a long, long time,
unwilling to let go. If it's possible, I want it to be forever. This pure
longing, this surge in my heart, brings me a tender sweetness, a joyful
happiness. However, this longing remains deeply hidden in my heart. Many
times, this longing is like a surging tide, roaring in my heart. But no
matter what, having such a warm, comfortable, and fitting feeling is enough.
The gentle breeze is cool and pleasant. My heart is soft and mellow. As the
wind passes through my heart, it leaves me with excitement and joy. The
serene moon, tranquil and ordinary, often asks the moon softly, "Do you
understand this yearning?" I believe you do. Because I can feel it. Many
times, my heart has become tender and watery for you. When it flows through
your heart, don't forget to take a sip of clear spring water. Remember, that
is the wish of my heart.
How beautiful the night is, how beautiful the longing is. I wish to pour out
my longing in this night. If your window also hangs a string of wind chimes,
gently swaying, that would be my blessing. If a gentle breeze brushes your
face, seemingly tenderly caressing, that would be my longing, sincerely warm
and soft.
On summer nights, the stars often shine brightly. They resemble many bright
gems embedded in a vast blue jade. Occasionally, a shooting star flashes by,
disappearing without a trace. Perhaps it is a wish made by one person for
another? If so, that would be wonderful.
How beautiful the longing is, like a clear stream slowly flowing through my
heart, merging into my inner sea. Just like a beautiful dream, I don't want
to wake up. It's truly warm, this gentle heartbeat. If our hearts are close,
why bother about the distance? I believe there's no need. A shooting star
streaks across the night sky, and deep in my heart, I pray that everything
is fine for us. If you feel a heartbeat, then it means my blessings have
arrived. |
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Answer |
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Time passes unnoticed, but memories remain, captivating and enchanting. The
gentle breeze of the night carries a sense of solitude, and the moonlight
casts a serene and complete ambiance. Longing permeates the quietness,
cherished and pure. Amidst life's challenges, a deep connection persists,
and the desire to hold on tight grows. Clean and tender thoughts bring forth
a sense of sweetness and happiness, though they remain concealed. The heart
yearns, like a surging tide, unabated. The breeze, the moon, and the stars
all become carriers of wishes and blessings, evoking a sense of warmth and
tranquility. As a shooting star streaks across the sky, prayers for a
blissful existence are whispered within, while the heartfelt blessings reach
their intended recipient. |
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