1. Once, I was afraid that one day, we would sit in the same place, but there was only silence. Once, I was afraid that one day, we would walk on the same road, but we didn't wait. Once, I was afraid that one day we would stand at the same intersection, but go in different directions. Now, all my fears have come true. I'm fine, but I miss you very much.
I practice every day, and I don't think about you. But my heart is always lazy. I tried to forget you, just as I fell in love with you. But I still can't learn. You must leave, because I have no talent and no talent for love.
I have learned to be alone. In a quiet afternoon or a quiet night, I repeatedly listened to sad music and read sad words, quietly giving my heart to this indifferent ethereal spirit, indulging in it, thinking about it and experiencing another real beauty.
Every time I look at your photo, I can't stand the torture of missing. Tears drop by drop on the keyboard. Thinking of the scene with you, my heart is like being cut by a knife. How many times have I plucked up the courage to accept such a cruel fact, but I have never done it once. My thoughts continue, and I keep thinking about you.
Walking in the bustling market, I only felt that the whole person was cold and lonely, so I refused. Those good intentions have only one face, but they are stubbornly printed in their hearts, and there is nowhere to hide.
6. I was obsessed with you because I loved you. Finally, I cry for you because I lost you; Leaving only the middle, we are happy together, happy together, and would rather laugh and cry than cry and say regret; Don't cry because you are sad, just because you are moved.
7. On a sleepless night, looking at the orange light outside the window, I feel a sense of collapse. I feel that everything around me is spinning rapidly, changing rapidly, the sky is dark and the stars are shifting. The only thing that hasn't changed is myself.
8. I like this sadness. I like walking in the bleak autumn leaves. With the last sadness of the leaves, blowing in the wind, my mood also lingers in sadness, and my heart smoke floats in the wind with that sadness.
9. Now I have chosen to leave this city, all the people who know me, and escape the memories of the past. I choose to live in another place. I won't leave with our memories. I will go where we have been alone. I will pick up those memories bit by bit and throw them all into the deepest part of my heart. Even if it hurts, I will do it bravely.
10 Perhaps all people who love words have a sentimental heart, and their feelings will always be shocked by some strong or small feelings. Living in this complicated world, I often have too many feelings, but I never dare to look back on the bleak past easily. Because those past events have been faded by tears, because there are too many scars inside, and you can burst into tears with a light touch.
1 1, I have been thinking about you all the time for many days, and your name is on many pages of my diary. Since when, my heart is with you! Now, everything I have paid for you has turned into a stranger! How much affection, how much love, in this way, overnight, vanished, leaving no trace.
12, forever, I will never contact you, just to let you have a good life with him; Forever, only your memory will accompany me. I think if you forget me, you will be happier. Let's not contact each other and leave each other alone. You can't see the sadness, so let time heal slowly.
13, sometimes we just want to listen to those sad songs by ourselves, sometimes we just want to walk quietly by ourselves, and sometimes we just want to stare at a place. Music is an artistic conception, travel is also an artistic conception, as ethereal as a lily, a spiritual artistic conception, which directly touches people's hearts and makes you anxious and sad.
14, I don't know the original memory these years. Do you still remember that the beauty that once stayed at hand has passed away, there is no reason to persist and I don't want to read any more!
15, I really don't know what to do except miss you and the past. I begged you to come back to me, but you pushed me away again and again and resisted again and again.
16, dizzy, carrying you step by step. Stepping on fallen leaves scattered all over the floor. At this time, the only thing that can comfort me is the maple leaf that is in the same boat with me. Don't look back, dare not look back. Until you feel out of sight, squat down and pick up a maple leaf. Fallen leaves come back to their roots, and the last love, like a broken string, has no original feeling no matter how connected. It's dark, leaves fall, and love breaks up. Let the bleak autumn wind blow my cold heart. Stand where you are, your head is blank.
17, when love can't turn back, should we empty our memories? But the plots in my mind are more rampant; Empty heart, whether I miss your new smile, has become my fault. I should bear this great sin against the sky alone.
18, the night is lonely, and I unconsciously think of the past. I waited half my life for sadness. Unforgettable sadness pervades the other shore, and ink stains the world of mortals. Where is love?
19 I buried them under the flowers with tears in my eyes, and suddenly remembered what I said: I spoke, folded into a reed flute, melodious and gentle, and played. All I picked up was tears, epitaph dripping in my heart, and the infiltration of tears again and again.
20. On the way to reincarnation, no matter so hard to forget's past life, I still remember a figure in my vague mind. I'm not sure it's still you. But I can be sure that in the lost love, there is my attachment to you.