I think I just fell in love with a story, that's all...

I am a piano, a dusty piano.

It has been several years since I saw him again. The years have revealed his perseverance and also his sharpness.

Today, he is no longer a peaceful goddess on the banks of the Huai River. He is just a human being, a man with ambitions and desires. He has fulfilled his dream, but has forgotten it in the cycle of reincarnation.

I am just a piano, a piano that cannot speak.

The sound of the piano cannot evoke his memory, nor can it stop his desire.

In the moonlight, he and I stayed together quietly, thinking about the woman who once played the piano, and listening to his sad sigh in the morning mist.

My heart aches, and the strings of the piano tremble without wind. He is startled and looks carefully at the place where she once sat.

I want to say: Let’s go with her. The dense wind and misty clouds are what you should go to. It’s Huaijiang River...

The night in the world, no matter how many years have passed, will always be beautiful. When the piano sounded, she sat here again.

Years and years have passed by this time.

And I am still a harp, never aging, never changing, a Jiaowei harp that has lasted for thousands of years.

He said, this is the piano brought from Taohuawu, your favorite, do you remember it?

Taobai's fingertips teased my strings, how could she not remember?

If you have forgotten, how can there be lonely sadness in your eyes.

I don’t know what the story of this life is, I just feel that the two of us now have more happiness than ever before.

They were willing to rise and fall in the whirlpool of emotions, forgetting their first acquaintance, and forgetting whether the peach trees were pink or green.

But I see that those years are like flowers blooming and withering, beauty is not eternal, peeling off the shell of warmth, revealing each other's loneliness, as if in the sound of falling flowers, the spring clothes are swaying, and the long songs are mellow...

I am just a harp that cannot speak. My best friend has passed away, and the harp room has been left empty for decades.

Day after day, year after year, the only thing that accompanies me is his loneliness and his weathered face.

Today, he will no longer have the emotion he felt in Taohuawu, "Even if the case is brought together, it will be difficult to settle the matter."

And the woman with eyebrows like distant mountains is still uneasy with her fate.

In fact, no one in this world understands that love is sacrifice and giving.

If not, how can we firmly support the beauty of a lifetime amidst trials and hardships?

The most beautiful scenery is just to accompany each other hand in hand. When we get tired together, there will be a clear and tranquil lake, just like the once blue waves of the Huaijiang River, allowing the heart to enjoy the tranquility and tranquility of being parked.

But such a simple truth is often broken and broken only at the end of life.

I remembered the sound of heavy footsteps under the eaves of Taohuawu,

Ta, tap, tap, one step at a time.

The flowers were blooming all over the mountain, reflecting the setting sun. He held me in his arms and sat in the house, looking at the branches outside the window, recalling the west window that once had carved wooden lattice. Time slowly turned with a gentle sigh, but now he is alone.

Next time I'm with him in the night.

The trajectory of fate has detoured around a curve and returned to its starting point.

Just like that year in Huaijiang, a small tree in the towering forest, she caressed my branches and hummed softly:

The sycamore trees are also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit...

My body slowly went down the clear stream, and I parted from him again and merged into the vast foggy river.

I just don’t know, in the next life...

What kind of story is it...
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