When I read ancient poems in high school, I would encounter a certain poem with the title of "Untitled"! At that time, I never thought that untitled contains an allegorical meaning, just like at this time, silence is better than sound!

Today, with an untitled title, I write such a paragraph, placing it in my heart and in the past.

On the weekend, I slept all day, and I didn't eat properly, so I really didn't have much appetite and just wanted to sleep. It's easy to wait until the evening, it's time to go to bed, but I can't sleep for a long time.

Looking at the cold moonlight outside the window, I felt a little bitter in my heart, and when I went to the bathhouse to take a bath today, I saw that it was already frozen outside, and then I realized that it had been winter for a long time.

This period of time has been a bit decadent, probably from the moment I broke up with him.

He's very good, tall, and good-looking, but I don't know how he fell in love with me in the first place, but it seems that I chased him at the beginning.

I also like him very much, and I have a feeling that this person is very good and wants to accompany him.

It was love at first sight, I chased him, he didn't refuse, and we got along. has been together for about half a year, and there were a few times in the middle that I almost separated, in the end, I like him a little more, and I am wronged to compensate him, but it is also mostly my careful and hypocritical mistakes.

The two of us broke up in the end, because he graduated and left, went to a bustling city, worked in a research institute, and I was still in school, maybe I was already in another circle for him.

Before the breakup, he didn't reply to my messages for several days in a row, and occasionally he said in three or two sentences that he was busy, or tired, and wanted to rest. I probably felt it, but I didn't have the courage to pick it all out, for fear that I would really break up and never see each other again.

called, the first time he didn't answer, he called again, he answered the phone, didn't make a sound, I was in a very bad mood, I was afraid that he would say something that would make me hysterical, but I still pretended not to know anything, and shouted the nickname between the two of us in a very happy tone.

His words were short, but they were cold, piercing my weak heart. Let's break up, a simple sentence, said so neatly, without a trace of emotion, and there is only indifference and disgust.

I hung up the phone cowardly, I should be angry, I should be sad, I am a temperamental person, I can't tolerate him to break up with me, but I don't know what to say, I want to beg him to beg him, beg him to love me, beg him not to break up.

I had to hang up the phone, and when I calmed down and dialed the phone number I knew by heart, there was only a mechanical artificial intelligence voice, and I was blocked. I didn't give up, I began to find any way to contact him, but there was only a dead end, I couldn't find him again, and once he was probably bored and sent me an email back, saying that he didn't love me anymore and wished me good luck.

Do you know that without you, my heart is empty, my whole body is damaged, and I live every day in decadence, I don't want me to be lucky, I just want you to be by my side.

I can't go back, I should have put down the phone and taken the train to your city, so that maybe I could save you, and I wouldn't be as lonely and lonely as I am now.

I send lovesickness to the bright moon, and I hope you will find a beautiful woman.

......

So sad, but I can't be ridiculed by the cold moonlight, when I am with him, I am also beautiful, I have a stubborn temper, a delicate mind, I can't afford to provoke and can't coax, but he didn't dislike it, but he was dead set on me.

The first time we met, I shyly expressed my liking for him, the second time we met, holding hands, his fingers were beautiful, his palms were very warm, and he could wrap my hands tightly, and the third, fourth, and fifth times......

Ordinary couples, we are a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

I love him, and he loves me, at least that's how I felt when we were together, but I was very cowardly, I couldn't cherish it, he was so good, so good.

The net moon is cold and geometric, and the empty acacia is around the eyebrows.