Chapter 402 Murder Pays for Life, Justified (3)

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. The pen and fun www.biquge.info a grievance that has not changed for thousands of years, expressing the regret of centuries. A memory that is older than history and more eternal than time, unloads the regrets that were missed in the past life, and leaves the unchanging love for the future generations.

I always like to miss, I always like to write lightly the dreamlike thoughts in the depths of my soul, what I miss is the past, the past is called memory, the memory that cannot be forgotten, we call it eternity; Love to the depths, covered with water is difficult to collect, love to the depths of nowhere to eliminate sorrow, so to escape from the past, trapped in the sorrow of the passing years, can not forget and linger, and regard it as an eternity. I remember that you once leaned lightly under my umbrella, and for a moment, you phantomed my past and present lives. It's just that, in the same season, without you by my side, I forgot to play an umbrella. That scene became an eternal landscape.

Knock on the doorlink of memory, looking for the wandering soul lost in the dream; The light evening breeze swayed the sadness that never disappeared in the memory hands; In this dreamlike season, who is still thinking lightly? The broken shadow cut by the north wind, who is persistently looking forward to it?

The light smoke is ethereal, the fresh water is microwaved, I struggle between the real and the unreal, hovering on the edge of dreaming and waking. The hand of time, but forever, binds me to a distant land. The wandering alone, the feelings that drift with the flow, the tireless journey, these are the thoughts that the god of fate has attached to me. It's just that I forgot to cherish it.

Once suddenly jumped out of bed in the middle of the night when I didn't feel sleepy, and wrote down a sentence with some annoyance: You are my most beloved baggage. It's just that I never thought that this burden was really tiring to carry.

Once in the beautiful dusk of the night, I told myself, those are the most real is the last nostalgia, I like to hike alone, like to get lost in a tireless journey, and when I reach the end, I suddenly look back, and what catches my eye is not the lights or the mountains, but the ethereal figure of you in the dream.

I always like to spend time with pen and paper, and I always like to write down a self-deceptive sentence: I thought I could be good. Tears swirled in my eyes whenever I wrote this, but I couldn't tell if I was laughing or crying.

Sometimes, when the love is deep and there is nowhere to dispel sorrow, I will become expressionless and speechless. It turns out that a person can be sad to have no emotions, no words, it is you, let me know, it turns out, the limit of sadness is not heartache, but speechlessness.

What are you writing about for no reason? Do you know from afar, it's me thinking about you again, I'm really thinking about you, I can't deceive my heart. Because I'm tired of making a fool of myself.

If life is only as I first saw, what I can remember is the original you, but you don't remember, there is an original me who always remembers the former you, perhaps, it is you who have passed through the years, pierced my long-sealed heart, polished the sorrow I had forgotten, phantomed my already slim hope, and left behind the deep and shallow fate you gave me.

The passing years scratched my painful youth, and the first time I saw the misalignment, it was an endgame that could not be repaid after all.

The promise I once made became a child's play in a blink of an eye, if I can only accompany you here in this life, I'm sorry, and I will continue in the next life.

However, despite countless attempts to convince myself, I can't help but want to ask: I want to know, are you really doing well? Then, silently pray, I hope you are well.

At this moment, my heart hurts like a thousand arrows piercing my heart, and I miss you. The years of light and shallow forgetting, the heart that loves you is deeply and far hurt, the love for you is thick and heavy and scattered, love does not dare to love, want to hate can not hate, this kind of suffering, who can understand?

A touch of heartless tears, looking at the end of the world;

A sad song, singing about the past and present lives.

In this melancholy season, pick up the evening fragrance of a period of time, quietly write your past, and quietly write my sadness.

In the end, I realized that those things that I thought were the most true and the most worthy of possession were the ones that hurt me the most and hurt me the most. And those who are the most genuine are the last to be missed.

There is no time that cannot be squeezed out, only the thoughts that do not care;

There is no eternity that cannot be achieved, only emotions that will not be cherished.

It turns out that if you don't have time, you don't want to have time, and if you don't cherish it, you don't want to cherish it!

What is lost, it is no longer necessary to come back; Lost feelings, it doesn't matter anymore to come back.

Not all of them can wait for you in the same place; Not all feelings can be lost and regained.

Some people are not noisy or noisy, not necessarily unloved, but must be hurt;

Some people are silent, not necessarily absent, but they must be left out in the cold.

Love is true, so it hurts deeply; I waited for a long time, so I was disappointed.

There is no such thing as leaving for no reason, and there is no overnight loss.

You don't take care of it, only the fate of drifting away; You don't care, only feelings that are getting weaker and weaker......

Don't wait for someone to go and cry again; Don't wait for the mood to fade and make up for it.

Friends, don't wait for you to look for them; Feelings, it's not about waiting for you to miss it to understand the other person's goodness.

Long-term getting along is mutual giving; Eternal friendship is cherished by each other!

The moon that is out of reach is always the most beautiful; The wind that can't be caught is always the fastest; Those who can't get it are always the best.

In fact, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is in vain;

No matter how deep the relationship is, it doesn't belong to you, it's empty talk.

Those who go far do not have to chase, and they must be dignified;

There is no need to regret the separated love, and there must be a bottom line for the love.

Time is the best filter.

took away the short-term tenderness and left a long-term stay;

Eliminate the illusory possession and filter out the real friends.

Seeing in the eyes, whoever goes is there; I know in my heart who is good and who is bad.

Because: I really love you and am reluctant to leave; I can't bear to hurt what is good for you!

If you can't catch up with the car, don't chase it, it's a waste of effort; If you can't wait, don't wait, waste your mind.

After a thousand calls exhausted of thoughts, you can't call out the people who will ignore you;

I want to wear it full of regrets, and I can't hope for someone who doesn't have you in my heart.

Others don't appreciate it, why do you bother to be infatuated; If others are indifferent, why should you act twice.

Feelings can't fight, those who love you will never leave, and those who don't love you can only hurt you.

The car is far away, and there is another trip; The person is gone, and there is the next one.

In this world, whoever leaves has to live, and it has to be more exciting!

The person who loves you will not let you lose in a mess;

The person who loves you will not let you have tears in the corners of your eyes;

People who understand you will not make you feel lonely and helpless.

Love is simple, just companionship; It hurts easily, just pity; Understand that it is very ordinary, just warm.

Anyone who turns away when you are lonely, difficult, or painful is a passionate person;

Only when you are sad, when you are in need, when you are frustrated, you will never give up, you are a lifelong affectionate person.

Look at people not on the surface, inner sincerity is the most important;

(To be continued.) )