See you in the lotus...
I came for the lot but didn’t you see it for the lot?
It turned out that it was only because of that summer rain...
See you at the riverside of Qingshui River?
If you are a lotus, on the clouds and water, among the red dust, I am willing to come for the lotus, and watch your indifferent with the wind and rain appearance.
The frost and snow that was once hidden in winter, let go of despair, turned into a stream, and went away in search of lotus. And you, like a red oiled paper umbrella, fascinated by the emerald green, passing through the lingering mist and rain, reflected in the picture scroll.
And I stayed on the shore, not dare to speak softly, letting the rain beat, wet my clothes, for fear of disturbing your sprout. I only pay attention to the ripples of the blue waves, and softly touch me Heart. I don’t know which verse to use to praise you, because all the words are too green and superficial to figure out your lovesickness and sadness.
Maybe my obsession is too deep, or the mundane that I can't get rid of, I can only look at each other across the water, and I will never reach your secluded water and cloud.
But I would like to look forward to another torrential rain. You are the scenery outside the curtain, standing still in the water. The raindrops are just washing away the dust on your body, not dare to touch your crystal. And the lake surface is like a mirror, reflecting your pink face like jade face, like a fairy, red sleeved red dress, cold fragrance falling dark.
That's it...you are in the middle of the water, and I am on the other shore.
Although it’s not the end of the world, we are close to each other, just wish A quiet path, to your side, to accompany you...to sleep.
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