Chapter 47 Section 47

Galaxy, hello! How nice of you to write me so many letters! Winter is really hateful, it makes us displaced.Let it go quickly!Damn it, it's snowing.Winter is so hateful. It's good that spring is here.Spring is here, let's go play together.Remember old Goethe's May Song?Love, love, brilliant like clouds... let's make an appointment, let's go play together in spring.I don't like mountains very much, I like vast fields, woods and rivers.Let's go. You said that I love talking too much, really, I am a little ashamed, I really talk too much nonsense.But I love you too much, can I not say it?Really, I don't know anything but nonsense, so I had to say something stupid.I should be able to write poetry, many beautiful poems for you, but I am a fool, I can't speak loudly.If I know this, plus I can speak concisely, I can write poetry.No matter how mediocre I am, I always find love for you beautiful.

I really like your every move and sentimentality.I always feel that there is a kind of childishness in your heart that makes people love you. Are you not angry when I say that?But I'm not afraid of your anger, and I don't want to see you.I say that no matter what you think.I'm not old-fashioned, I'm just like a fool when I'm crazy.As long as you don't bully me while I'm crazy. You said that I went to school hard, really, really hard.When will we be free to love.I don't like letting people know what I think, but I'm never afraid to tell anyone that I love you.Love, write, be free, be together freely.Then let me separate from you again, you go behind the red wall, I go to school, we each do our own hard work, and miss each other.There is such a month in a year!

wavelet Galaxy, hello! I feel more and more that winter is our living disaster.You don't know how much I want you to come and see me tomorrow.But how cold it is!How difficult the road is!how can you comeDo not come. When I calm down and miss you, I feel that everything is so beautiful.I didn't know love was so beautiful before.Love to the depths is so beautiful.I really don't want anyone to control us.No one cares, it has nothing to do with anyone.I tell you, thinking of you brings a smile to my ugly face.And when I am quiet, you emerge from the depths of my heart like Aphrodite emerges from the waves.Don't laugh, this metaphor is too trite, but you know it too, right?Honey, you are here.

You see, you have appeared from the bottom of my heart and brought me happiness, what else can separate us?We're not going to be two fools around the fire.Others may wonder that our happiness is different from theirs, but what does that matter to us?We don't want theirs, and they don't know ours. You want me to write more for you, but I can't write as well as you, and I'm out of breath.But it doesn't matter if you're out of breath, it's for you, it's for you to know how this heart beats.Can't I still trust you?Is it necessary for you to hide your shortcomings as you do for society?People are sometimes a little dazed and carefree about themselves, and I like to be a little more casual about myself.You treat me casually too.The main thing is trust!In the future, if we are both in high spirits, we will go out and run wildly together. If you are not in high spirits, then come: whether you cry, talk, or be lazy, I like you.Sometimes I will be listless, so you are not allowed to bully me at that time!But I'm not afraid of your jokes anyway.wavelet