Broken Heart Zhang Bao is the same translation

5:37 a.m. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoCan't sleep. It was another restless night. It wasn't the start of a bright day for me.

It was 37 days after I last heard her voice. It was the 49th day I saw her face, held her hand, and kissed her cheek. According to her calculations, I have done well. Calculations can be wrong, especially if it's a girl who does the calculations.

I guess she's doing a great job. Why not me? Why am I writing this? I don't have an answer to that question.

The first time I broke up, it wasn't that I wanted to try to achieve it or that I was very proud of it, I just didn't realize it was going to happen to me. I guess no one does that, making the two lose love for each other. It is impossible for one person to tell so many lies and lies to another person in a difficult situation. At least that's true for me.

Waking up every morning and thinking of her is a torture. I woke up every morning and the first thought was, "Another day!" How am I going to spend this day? I have to stop thinking about her. She doesn't care about me. I don't have to care about her. I have to be strong. I miss her so much. Think of her voice, her hand clenched by me, her reserved smile, the funny look on her face, the nod she nodded in agreement every time, the look she had when she disliked, her small and lovely nose and the hair on her head, the dark lines under her eyes, and her kisses and everything about her.

Suddenly I felt my fingers curl and try to hold her hand tightly. I know she's not here. Never ever here. Suddenly, I felt like there was no oxygen in the room, making it difficult for me to breathe, and yes. Sometimes, I burst into tears, leaving my body weak and emotionally sad. Then I said to myself, "Don't worry, get up right away." Don't think about her. You're a good man. You have to pull yourself together. Everything will be fine. "I hope so.

The same thing was repeated the next morning, every morning.

I wish I could foresee the future. No, I won't stop loving her. I'm preparing for all of this. She was ready and caught me off guard. If I had known, I would have counted with her every day. I can't explain this with my head. I tried to understand what was going wrong with everything and to find out why she did what she did. It's a thought that keeps me coming back. Nor can it be left to its course.

What have I become? A psycho? Apparently I've become obsessed with her. Is it love? What is love for her? Is it caring? Will she realize how much I love her? I can't think of all of that. It killed me. It's killing me.

I didn't know she would break up with me so easily, with disastrous consequences for me. I still can't believe it. It was clearly shattering me but beyond repair. For her, it's like saying good morning on the phone. But for me, it was the worst nightmare. I wish I could delete this someday in my life, someday.

She once said, "Love is about feeling good and comfortable with each other at times." However, this "sometimes" were extremely short-lived for me. Has she ever loved me? Has this love ever made me enjoy it? Am I an intolerable person or a poor person?

I'm not like her, I've always seen her as someone closer than my girlfriend. Love someone too much and you will be destroyed by that person. It was the first lesson I learned in school. I can only regret that.

She didn't even want to listen to me or see me. How did she feel about me? I don't know anything. And, I don't want to know either. My heart can only bear so much. But I still cherish her in my memory, and these are all I have her. Some are sweet, some are painful.

I don't know what's going to happen next. My life is hung in an uncertain time and space. Will things get better? Or will I be the unfortunate soul?

Sometimes, just sometimes, I imagine her smiling face, which makes me smile. I remember the funny things she said, and it put me in a good mood. But it only lasted a few seconds, because soon I had to overcome the pain that was too much for me to bear. I lay on the bed until the pain subsided and tried to smirk.

But unfortunately, I'm not very good at pretending happy tears.

Because I love you...