You are at the intersection of yellow and red, I am a blue planet, and my temperature is up to you.

We are destined to be together in this life.

In the words of our liberal arts students, this is called fate.

I am a limestone covered with dust.

One day, I will take it off for you and turn it into a delicate marble.

I am the Atlantic water vapor from the prevailing westerly wind, crossing the Qian Shan.

Just to warm you in the Ili Valley.

You are in the North Pole, and I am in the South Pole. The distance is 19998 meters.

I, a ramble on the south, just want to walk into your heart.

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,

The iron horse is you, and so is the glacier.

You are the purest throb by the shallow grass pond on the title page of my book of songs for thousands of years, and it is also my dream. The boat is full of stars and rivers.

Before meeting you, I was a firm materialist.

I believe in idealism.

The development of dialectics is a process in which new things replace old things.

But you are in my heart and can never be replaced.

You are the blue planet, and I am the yellow and red corner. It's up to you to decide whether it's warm or cold in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Between moonlight and snow, you are the third stunning color, and between the sun, the moon and the stars, you are the fourth rare color.

Can you take a long shot for me? A lifetime, no need for montage.

I am a cold front, and you are a warm front. As soon as we met, it was rainy season.

You are the gravity of a distant planet, so I have tides.

Someone will always pick you up and love you safely.