The Lonely and fruitless waiting has been buried by the pure imagination. In the hazy, my heartbroken remains are integrated into the painting. Stepping into the heart painting, the bitterness of the paper cannot catch up with my Wandering footprints. Holding this unfinished heart painting every day, I read your tender spring breeze, hazy summer, reserved autumn, white winter snow; Read your joys and sorrows, my whereabouts… I try to capture the landing point of the curve, seek for the tacit understanding in your heart and my heart, and let me magically tie up with you in the days of years and dust. How much I miss the misty and rainy days. On that cloudy rainy day, I have an umbrella for you to rely on. The Lonely and fruitless waiting has been buried by the pure imagination. In the hazy, my heartbroken remains are integrated into the painting. Stepping into the heart painting, the bitterness of the paper cannot catch up with my Wandering footprints. The spring wind calls for rain to moisten the days when I am together and soak the sheltered harbor that belongs to you and me. You in My Heart entered my dream, which touched my lonely and blank heart, and couldn’t help feeling depressed. My light ink was in Mei xuedie’s dream, and I let the years portray my heavy heartbeat! Touching this heart, my heart returned to peace. The fire of life lit up the night sky of that heart without any hypocrisy, perfunctory, farfetched and worldly wisdom. Love what I love, I am no longer a passer-by. Today, the door opened and the sunshine flooded the night. I plucked up the courage to paint my heart with colorful paint devoutly, wrote down my endless waiting, and wrote down the words of the years: no regrets! In the painting, my heart which is easy to move is singing attachment for you, blessing you silently, and finally I know that giving with all my heart is what I have. I draw my heart with full expectation, breathe and share with me, connect and tie my whole life together, make me feel Steadfast and warm …… draw my heart, draw my heart…..

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