Love Like Water

If life is a flowing river, my heart is buried in the sand. There is a cliff called love, which raises my waves and shatters my dream.

Love is as simple as water, without any impurity, without a particular form. When two people fall in love, it is like two rivers merging into one — they pass through the same places, flow into the same sea, evaporate together, and finally return as raindrops, beginning the next cycle.

It turns out that not only meteor showers are tears fallen from the sky.

Love is as bland as water — tasteless yet endlessly回味. It's just that worldly love has too many seasonings added, so it becomes sweet, bitter, sour, and spicy.

Love is as fragile as water — it evaporates in sunlight and freezes in winter. Yet the evaporated vapor makes it less impetuous, and after freezing it can pause to admire the winter scenery.

Love is as helpless as water — how can a small stream embrace a great river? That is why there are mountain springs at the source; the river rushes on, and they can only gaze at each other from across the mountains.

Love is as包容 as water — merging means accepting everything about her: the sand at the bottom, the duckweed in the water, and the birds flying over the surface. One day when love no longer exists, one stream splits into two, yet each still carries a bit of her flavor.

Love her, cherish her, let her remain clear, filter out my darkness, walk beside her, to the edge of the sky.