About Love, You and I Have a Legend of Past Lives and Present Lives
It's a dream that I've had since my youth, and it's come back to haunt me. The person in the dream is still the same as he was then, the house is the same, and the way we parted ways is identical. But he's grown into a middle-aged man.Every farewell, my eyes are filled with tears, crying from the dream and waking up. I don't know if you're rooted deep in my soul as a lover, or if we've never met but have been subconsciously yearning for each other. I know your surname, and you don't seem to know mine.
It's as if we were entangled in a previous life, and that's why we keep dreaming about each other.Every time you leave, you leave me alone to weep for you and then leave alone. Whether it's in my youth or in my middle age, your gentle and deep affection, combined with your cold indifference, is unbearable. It's as if all the waiting is for happiness, all the tenderness and deep affection only wish to give for you, so you leave me heartbroken in the dream and I wake up crying, and you don't know that besides the dream, we've never met. Right now, there are still tears in my eyes, and I wake up from the dream, not knowing where you are.
Are you here to dream for me so I can meet you, or are you also searching for me in the crowd?In short, I sincerely hope you can give me an answer in the dream. I don't want to be consumed by endless contemplation because of you. Because you never know that the torment of 'unrequited love' is how painful it is.
And adding to this ambiguous and incomprehensible aura is another form of torture.Love is simply an addiction that's impossible to break. When I was young, I didn't understand the bitterness of life, and I thought that life was born to be for love. I was foolish enough to regard love as the ideal of my life, so I've always been chasing that ideal love, wanting to wait for the person with eyes only full of you.
As a result, time will eventually change my thinking, from youth to middle age, I still haven't waited for the person with eyes only full of you. In the grind of life, I've become a womanizer for that ideal love and with eyes full of love, concealing all tenderness and deep affection with sharpness and independence. Eventually, I didn't get love and became a lonely woman, but turned into a womanizer who insisted on love.However, at this point, whether it's the person I dream about or my persistent waiting for love, none of it extinguished my desire to give love and tenderness. Dreams are just dreams, the entanglement of love across lifetimes, is ultimately just a legend.Legends often have a degree of exaggeration based on facts and are suitable for practical effect.So, about the dream of youth and middle age, and the person who tugs at my heartstrings even though I've never met, it's likely about a legend of a previous life. Consequently,
I've never lost hope in love.Even though I've foolishly given my heart to the wrong people, I believe that since there's a dream to prove it, love will eventually appear.Whether based on facts and exaggerated to be suitable for reality, or my persistent waiting for love, and my deep longing for the distant and romantic, or your repeated appearances in the dream but never appearing, I believe,
