My stone marriage

Still lie in the river, so water, time is like a boat. See walking on the bridge the variety of the soul, they drink meng old woman soup to the reincarnation, leaving the world of mortals feelings left this formerly on me. In my here, all the enemy edo, all the vicissitudes of life, have been stripping, dusty, this scattered scattered, this of the.

Look at slowly past the bridge, before they become now is reluctant to part of vacant ignorance, countless stories with the bowl of soup disappear, no soul stirring love, no lasting love, just my body after more trace, that is my bearing their love and affection.

Once a magpie ask me, so beautiful and moving love, can you quiet lying here helplessly looking at them before you die?

Was everything is with a sieve, affection is empty, love is empty, why to make sincere feeling free hate it.

You are really stone. The magpies gas pole, later heard that she to prove the forever love from year to year for the cowherd and the GuMing mandarin duck bypass let them get together let love and affection together.

I this is stone, because was born in alternative bridge side, god gave me a special name: grow stone. Write the past lives, this life, the afterlife.

The world would you remember me? My stone, please remember that I love, please in the world will love back to me, I can't forget her, I agreed her my iii, no me she can't find the way home.

I don't like meng old woman forced past soul drink fan soup teach them forgotten prelife, I don't like the magpies the cowherd and the weaver girl bound together whatever they want to. I just arrange few wrong people meet, originated because of poverty, have my stone figure. Do not need to refer to my heart, is predestined friends the future life will meet, need not long knelt not, waiting for people, one day will happen to your side. Please remember that life every meet, remember every passing by figure, remember every pair of eyes in melancholy sigh. Perhaps, there is a is your ancestors set fate. You are evening sunlight brought, he is what solitary; You are white clouds, he is the wind.

Maybe seen my stone, from now on will cherish life of what happens and meet, cherish every cardiac moment. Because any a miss, to wait for five hundred years, and five hundred years is a cycle, in five hundred will have a opportunity, five hundred years to meet the she. Five hundred years, how many doomed but finally passing by, how many such as paint like glue to this life the stranger peer ending. Flange deep edge shallow, edge poly edge bulk, such as the sky with a white clouds, irregular change multiterminal, everything according to situation, is predestined friends to break through the shackles of my iii, is predestined friends to achievement of this present life you I love beautiful. I hoped stone as enlightenment through, all causal, all cycle, all marriage, all new, all wither away, all the life, originates from the edge.

Meng old woman given to people all over the world forget, I give to people all over the world the fate.

When we meet the willing to look back for yourself, when we meet for themselves willing to wait, don't ask is edge is robbery, even if today's brilliant, into tomorrow's withering, even if today's good, into tomorrow's lonely, we finally have the branch wonderful truths lotus. So want to believe, every day there will be many people in a cycle lane waiting for you, as long as careful looking for. Until I met, until in my stone, to find if there have been a period of indissoluble bound.

I was born for love, it exists. Don't miss, that belongs to your edge!