Sooner or later, I was free again.

It takes time to fill up the loneliness and forget his beauty, and his words are not painful to me, because I think the same as his, and I am glad that he can say them easily, so that I will not choke up any more and lose the last of my dignity.

It's been a long time, eight months, a companionship that takes time to heal, I think I've forgotten that it's better, he will have a good life, and I wish him with a wry smile, and that's the last thing I can do.

I've always believed in intuition, because I've become more and more careful since then, I can see myself and others clearly, I don't want to be bitter with others, and finally end up bruised, I really can't like someone I like, the only thing is to know and leave clearly, as long as he disappears into my life, it's a matter of time before I forget, just like he said, we know the end, it's nothing more than sooner or later, he has given me great dignity, and I know what to do, say no more bother, no longer bother, he will have a better life, but I pity myself, and then I will be alone。

In fact, I know that I can't write anything that makes people empathize, some are just my own troubles, and more are tiresome crying, like the cry of the Xianglin sister-in-law, and I can't get a little sympathy.

Actually, I don't want to endure such heartache, but I've pushed everyone into the distance, open my arms, the world seems so desolate, I've been alone for too long, I've forgotten what life should be.

Heartache, convulsions, struggles, come again, and I have grown up, what am I afraid of, it's just that I don't fight for it, and I can't complain about others.

I often hold back tears, afraid that I will think too much, and feel more and more useless, but I don't want to bear it at all now, how good it is to cry, tears are the best medicine, moisturizing my soul drop by drop, it is good to cry, but there are really no tears.

I know I'm sad, tears can only heal small wounds, like this only time or death can heal.

Love but can't, love can't.

After all, if I make a mistake, no one will forgive me, even if I am only struggling in suffering, I don't want to drown in that wave, how long is it, how long can I wait, what comforts me is time, what awaits me is death.

I became more and more sad, dragging my tired body, wanting to leave a sentence or two to comfort myself, and after a long time, I would forget it.