We all remember the most precious people in our lives, just as you have appeared and I have never forgotten. Are you okay? I remember you. In the glamorous world, how much I once wanted to live in this world coldly. I was also naïve and carefree, and I also fantasized about lying in the green grass and looking at the white clouds in the sky. I still remember what I owe you, but I never think about what you owe me.

I'm still walking alone on the neon streets, occasionally watching smiling pedestrians pair to one. It would be a lie to say that I don't envy in my heart, but now I am more tolerant of loneliness and more mature than before. I still occasionally walk through familiar streets, like a stumbling fly.

There is no goal, and it seems that there is no purpose, no, it should be that the purpose has been lost. There are many lonely souls at night, and I am just one of them.

I still drink to death once in a while, just because I don't want to think about you anymore. But the more you drink, the clearer you remember those images. It's been three years, and you've forgotten that I'm still here. They all say I'm a spare tire, but only those who have loved me understand.

After I left you, I walked a lot alone, and I endured a lot of difficult nights by myself. I tried to change myself and make myself indifferent, but I failed. Whether it is Jiuhua zigzag road or Xiao Yuan through the mirror sky, I also want to find your moment Xiao Ran shattered mirror, the mirror has been broken and angular. It is a fragment of memories that is reflected. I picked up the pieces, even though my fingers had been cut, and I had to put the memories together. After I put it together, I want to see what I was like when I loved you so much.

The love in the artistic conception has a rare touch, just like leaving without saying goodbye, and reconciling without greetings. We are like an unsigned landscape painting, and you are still perfect through the ages. And I didn't accompany you, that's the only regret.

For so many years, I was still alone, watching the sunrise and sunset and thinking about the vicissitudes of the sea. It's not that I broke my promise, but that I don't have that identity anymore, and the dim night corresponds to my melancholy psychology. I didn't need other people's inexplicable greetings, so I later came into contact with a few good female friends, and I felt pity when she was kind to me.

A life of chic forward, unwilling to carry a weight to accompany. I have burdened you, and it is inevitable that you will be abandoned. But you don't know how I've survived all these years. I have very few friends, and I don't want to talk to him about things I don't want others to know.

I could feel the ridicule of the earth as I sat on the ground. Flowers and trees, starry. It's all telling. It's so noisy, it's so noisy, and I don't know why it's so hard to accept something very simple, and I imagine that I can smile and greet each other because we can still be friends.

I dusted my trousers and learned to endure them. I was able to endure all the humiliation, because I had already experienced so early what despair was, what true love was, my ears had learned to listen to stories alone, and my eyes had learned to watch everything that was happening.

We are just a drop in the ocean in the universe, and the chances of the two meeting are even rarer. And God let me meet you just to let me grow faster, and then meet the right her. God has been very good to me and has always let the best come last.

I will continue to live after leaving you, and I will forget you completely one day, and the alternative is to forget quickly. But this method is not complete, and the best way to forget is to let go.

I imagined what I would be like the next time I met you. I'm sure it's a better look now, because I'm not begging you for anything at the moment.

I'm always under the illusion that it's not for other reasons, that I often suffer from a neuropathy. Now I finally know that it was a complete insecurity, how many nights of insomnia. The first thing you do when you wake up is turn on your phone to see if there is any message from you. From nothing to nothing to nothing to talk about, although only two words have changed, but we miss the whole world.

Butterflies flutter briskly, occasionally standing among the flowers. Sucking in the pollen as hard as possible, the infatuated flower thought it wouldn't fly away. I tried my best to exude the fragrance. But when the pollen is finished, it will fly away, and you think it's the only one for you, but you're just one of its many options.

After three rounds of drinking, there was some gibberish, and Jiang Yue gently shook off the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. If it weren't for the stimulation of alcohol, maybe everyone wouldn't know that Jiang Yue still had such a twisted love story.

Wang Hanyu slowly patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Who doesn't have a regrettable love experience, but it is because of regret that it can be unforgettable." It's because it's sad that it's beautiful. Jiang Yue's slightly red eyes looked at Han Yu's sincere eyes, and suddenly he burst out laughing, very loudly and very surprised.

Wang Hanyu could still see Jiang Yue beside him, and the blur in the corner of his eye. He had never been good at comforting, but he knew that Jiang Yue needed to talk now. It's all about saying. Wang Hanyu stood up and made a gesture to let his other friends go out, leaving Jiang Yue alone.

After that blurred gaze saw them all leave, he couldn't hold back any longer. He cried very loudly, desperately, and weakly. The cries of the drifter spread through the house and far, far away.

Wang Hanyu listened to Jiang Yue's cry in the house, and an inexplicable feeling also swept through his heart, like a thousand heavy objects pressing on his heart. He looked out the window at the scenery, the magnificent building, the brilliant lights, the scenery was still beautiful.

The people who can appreciate it are getting more and more tired day by day, they need to live a non-stop life, and they don't have time to calm down and watch. What do people live for, whether they should continue to pursue what they love, or accept the arrangement of reality.

Lyricism was the norm for the ancients, who always wrote down some experiences and experiences into books, so that future generations would make fewer mistakes. However, when there are too many things to pursue, it is easy to forget the original intention, and it will become greedy, and it will be difficult to resist the temptations of all kinds in society.

And Jiang Yue cried for a long time, like a ballad singing a heartbroken song. It's heartbreaking, it's moving, it's overwhelming. After crying, you will be stronger to live, and it will only be more difficult in the future.

(Playing a song of liver and intestines, the country still misses the most lovesick.) The wine can not be continued with the wind, and the point is so far, the affection is safe. There are many meanings in the most ordinary words, and you will find it interesting when you can't guess it. ）