Chapter 301: It's Time to Die (9)

In the lonely night, in a daze at the computer glowing with blue light, unconsciously filled a version of words, press and hold backspace, then full, and then hold backspace, I found that I can no longer write the story between us, written, I myself look fake, I don't know what started I can't write a little novel between us to share our sweetness with everyone, light a cigarette and take a hard breath, and then cough, slowly I like this feeling, Because when I smoke, I always forget about you for a while, forget everything about us. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I stand under the southern sky;

Are you okay at home, your favorite?

My heart is bitter when I miss you;

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Remember what I wrote to you? Have you ever understood?

When our love is no longer so pure, I have tried to keep it;

When our love is no longer so pure, I have tried to save;

When our love is no longer so pure, I used to try to ......

But I found that I am a human being, not a god after all, and I can't change your mind after all, and I silently watch you leave. I don't know if I'll ever fall in love with anyone else, but I know that I won't ever forget you in this life, because you're just you, you're just the only you I once had, irreplaceable.

I often wonder "if you left because I didn't cherish it, or because of the pursuit of the wind"

Are you happy now? Come on? Do you remember who you used to be? Do you think of me by accident now? Think of me, the one who once made you cry?

If there is still a if, I want to hug you tightly and say, can you accompany me for the rest of my life.

I've been standing where I was, but you're gone.

I thought that 2 years was enough, enough for me to forget you, but the facts tell me that I was wrong, I don't know when my love for you has been unforgettable, and sometimes I want to dig out my heart. Since the past is a kind of memory, can I format this memory, this memory is both beautiful and sad, I want to tell myself that you are no more, you have thrown into the arms of others, but at this time the memory is more profound.

If you think of someone because of loneliness, is it very insincere?

If you fall in love with someone because you are afraid of being lonely, is it not pure?

If I like you sincerely and simply from the bottom of my heart, are you willing to help me get rid of loneliness and say goodbye to loneliness?

Let myself wander in the icy rainforest, a pair of overwhelmed eyes wandering on the empty street at dusk, the raindrops like a skilled swordsman, piercing my heart in hiding in Tibet, causing a chill.

There was an indescribable sorrow in the shiver, and the rain was damp from my hair to the bottom of my heart, and my thoughts were also wet, and I was afraid that my thoughts, which could not be touched like cacti, would rot and die in the rainy season. The rain hit the ground, but it rang in my heart. The memories are so cruel that the heavens and the earth also shed tears, and the endless thunder comes to wash away the traces of the past.

Tearful eyes asked, before we met, who were you? After the meeting, who are you? Heaven has spread dense confusion in the air, from this rainy season to the next. Will we see you again in the next rainy season? Faith is like a wall grass that is swayed by the rain and wind, maybe in this world, some things can escape the wind and rain, and some things are destined to withstand the wind and rain.

I always put my emotions on paper, and every time I was stabbed by the tip of the pen, the sharp pain was intertwined like a rain curtain outside the window, blurring the distant scenery.

In the rainy season, your heart is silent, but in the face of your amorous tears, how can I pretend to be strong and silent? The last wisp of thought, emaciated into a haggard figure in the mirror, guarding an emotion that is about to go away. Perhaps, I want to turn into rain, play an unforgettable love song in front of your window and behind the house, and suddenly remember those lost memories, so long, still haven't surfaced, carefully recall, can remember as if there is no break and blank.

It's just that there is an indescribable feeling, as if I am stepping on the corridor of time, surrounded by fog, and the illusion that light and shadow cannot be penetrated.

I hated it, so I decided to go for a walk.

Walking alone through this school full of good times, your shoes rattling on the yellow plane leaves, your head bowed, and you carefully walk step by step along the straight crevices of the pavement bricks. I looked up inadvertently and saw him, a tall figure, a well-defined face, and a tall nose bridge, a boy who was easy to notice. The first time I saw him was on Monday morning, under the sun, he stood on the high flag-raising platform with the national anthem in front of the whole school, and he was deeply imprinted in my mind at that moment; The first time I heard a friend talk about him, I remembered his name; The first time I rubbed shoulders with him at school, my heart was full of joy. Naturally, I will pay attention to his news and look forward to being in the same examination room as him......

Maybe that's what it's like to have a crush! I'm actually a more introverted person, I like to hide in my own world, think quietly, think quietly, and talk quietly...... I just want to hide this simple crush in a small corner, maybe when I get older, I will say it with a smile. Maybe that's what life is. Your bright name once warmed my past years, I thought about Qin Chuan and remembered Weishui but I didn't dare to read you out again, indulge that feeling, and as a result, I knew that there was only helplessness in addition to hurting.

Loneliness is a painless pain, Bashan night rain came from the Tang Dynasty, but I can't tell you when we met. Sitting quietly in the night, the sky is silent, only thoughts are floating to the fullest, I let myself embrace helplessness through my heart, escape is not my choice, separation is not my end, the fate is over, the love is not over, do you also feel the sadness of parting?

When we are accustomed to blessings, accustomed to observance, I hope that God will make us accustomed to blessings, accustomed to thoughts, and just like that, it will continue forever, and there will be no return......

Along the way, there are occasional memories, few strokes, only memories.

Seeing youth flowing like a spring of white water, it is just a silent rain, you can't wash away the scars of the past, forget the red dust of youth, how many Yuanyuan Gardens can there be?

I'd rather be lonely than boring......

How much can the red dust of the rivers and lakes have?

Whose youth is a Yuanyuan Garden? Or is it a time when it is easy to see and sometimes difficult to see?

Whose youth is a Yuanyuan Garden? Or is it a tossing and turning alone?

Whose youth is a Yuanyuan Garden? Or a long meditation for ten years?

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(To be continued.) )