Chapter 276: Can't Wake Up (4)

Letting go is a kind of helpless despair, and it hurts to the heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWhen the people who once cherished life were about to meet strangers, it suddenly dawned on me: it turned out that what I once thought was eternal was actually just a meeting in the water.

I used to think that the world was eternal, but in fact, it was just a meeting in Pingshui, and I once thought that I could hold hands all the way like this, but when I let go, I realized that everything was just two parallel lines, and when everything disappeared, the parallel was still parallel. Even if they are not far away, they are already the end of the world.

The price of bravery is to let go of oneself first, admit failure, accept helplessness, sigh softly, and wish him happiness in the future. From then on, it is difficult to make waves.

Curled up in the corner, waiting for the wound to heal, and experiencing the freedom of daring to love, dare to hate, and dare to lose.

The feeling of happiness may only be instantaneous, and after a moment, it is a person's wonderful.

When I let go, I will always be lonely, and I will inexplicably do it for a song, a play, and a plot. Or even a sentence that brought tears to his face. I always felt that the sky was dark and the clouds were gray.

I always feel that the meaning of life has been lost. My friend told me: you have nothing to lose, you just go back to the days before you knew him. I am relieved, just like fireworks can't hang in the sky forever, as long as they have been brilliant, why bother with the days without fireworks?

We are all mortal men and women, and we can't break the entangled love network. can't escape the whirlpool of love and being loved, after heartbreak and sadness. Is it endless loneliness, loneliness? Perhaps! No longer have to rack your brains to guess his thoughts, will you breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little lighter?

Do you really want to open it? You can face him and her calmly. Even though there is a faint unspeakable sourness in my heart. But I don't cry, I cry because a person's memory is in my heart. No matter what, they will not disperse. I asked myself again and again, "Am I scared of loving you?" "The answer is yes, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid, my heart is so fragile that I can no longer withstand the torture of pain into the bone marrow, so I let him go, and I also gave myself a way out. Condense him into a painting, etched in my mind... Looking at it, thinking about it, but you can't be a person in the painting, and you can better appreciate the beauty of the painting by staying outside the painting, right?

Shake hands vigorously and say sincerely, "Goodbye, cherish!" Turn your head, walk away freely, let the back be deeply imprinted in his mind, when you can recall with a relieved attitude, your bits and pieces, you can experience the beauty after letting go.

God made me meet you at the wrong time, I... Crying.

It got me out of you at the right time, you... Will you cry?

I said again and again that I really let go this time, and I don't know how long I can lie to myself like this. Letting go is a kind of helpless despair, and it hurts to the heart. When the people who once cherished life were about to meet strangers, they suddenly realized: it turned out that what they once thought was eternal, but in fact it was just a meeting in Pingshui.

I used to think that the world was eternal, but in fact, it was just a meeting in Pingshui, and I once thought that I could hold hands all the way like this, but when I let go, I realized that everything was just two parallel lines, and when everything disappeared, the parallel was still parallel. Even if they are not far away, they are already the end of the world.

The price of bravery is to let go of oneself first, admit failure, accept helplessness, sigh softly, and wish him happiness in the future. From then on, it is difficult to make waves.

Curled up in the corner, waiting for the wound to heal, and experiencing the freedom of daring to love, dare to hate, and dare to lose.

The feeling of happiness may only be instantaneous, and after a moment, it is a person's wonderful.

When I let go, I will always be lonely, and I will inexplicably do it for a song, a play, and a plot. Or even a sentence that brought tears to his face. I always felt that the sky was dark and the clouds were gray.

I always feel that the meaning of life has been lost. My friend told me: you have nothing to lose, you just go back to the days before you knew him. I am relieved, just like fireworks can't hang in the sky forever, as long as they have been brilliant, why bother with the days without fireworks?

We are all mortal men and women, and we can't break the entangled love network. can't escape the whirlpool of love and being loved, after heartbreak and sadness. Is it endless loneliness, loneliness? Perhaps! No longer have to rack your brains to guess his thoughts, will you breathe a sigh of relief and feel a little lighter?

Do you really want to open it? You can face him and her calmly. Even though there is a faint unspeakable sourness in my heart. But I don't cry, I cry because a person's memory is in my heart. No matter what, they will not disperse. I asked myself again and again, "Am I scared of loving you?" "The answer is yes, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid, my heart is so fragile that I can no longer withstand the torture of pain into the bone marrow, so I let him go, and I also gave myself a way out. Condense him into a painting, etched in my mind... Looking at it, thinking about it, but you can't be a person in the painting, and you can better appreciate the beauty of the painting by staying outside the painting, right?

Shake hands vigorously and say sincerely, "Goodbye, cherish!" Turn your head, walk away freely, let the back be deeply imprinted in his mind, when you can recall with a relieved attitude, your bits and pieces, you can experience the beauty after letting go.

God made me meet you at the wrong time, I... Crying.

It got me out of you at the right time, you... Will you cry?

I said again and again that I really let go this time, and I don't know how long I can lie to myself like this.

Love hurts, it hurts so much that I cry, so I choose to let go. Letting go is a kind of helpless despair, and it hurts to the heart.

When the people who once cherished life were about to meet strangers, they suddenly realized: it turned out that what they once thought was eternal, but in fact it was just a meeting in Pingshui.

I once thought that I could hold hands all the way like this, but when I let go, I realized that everything is just the accidental intersection of two parallel lines, when everything disappears, the parallel is still parallel, even if it is not far apart, it is already the end of the world.

The price of bravery is to let go of oneself first, admit defeat, accept helplessness, sigh softly, and wish him happiness in the future.

Curled up in the corner, waiting for the wound to heal, experiencing the freedom of daring to love, dare to hate, and dare to lose.

The feeling of happiness may only be instantaneous, and after a moment, it is a person's wonderful.

In the days after letting go, I will always be unhappy, and I will inexplicably cry for a song, a play, or even a sentence, always feel that the sky is dark, the clouds are gray, and I always feel that I have lost the meaning of life. However, my friend told me that you have nothing to lose, you just go back to the days before you knew him. I am relieved, just like fireworks can't hang in the sky forever, as long as they have been brilliant, why bother with days without fireworks?

(To be continued.) )