Time flies, and we've known each other for more than a year in the blink of an eye. In the fall of that year, she said to me, let's break up.

She said that in fact, I already have a boyfriend at home and are engaged, and besides, the two of us are so far apart that even if you agree, your parents will not agree.

After she left, she wrote me a paragraph: The beginning of the beginning, I am persistent for you, because I love you; Finally, I weep for you, for I have left you; Leaving only the middle of the middle, we have been happy together, happy together, and would rather laugh and cry than cry and regret; Not crying because of leaving, just crying because of being moved.

Turning around lightly, you're gone. I walked in the park we walked together, stepping on the fallen leaves scattered all over the ground.

At this time, the only thing that can comfort me is the maple leaf that is sick with me. Without looking back, I didn't dare to go any more until I felt as if you were still waiting for me in front of me.

I crouched down and picked up a maple leaf. The falling leaves, the love at the end, like a broken string, no matter how you pick it up, you can't have the original feeling.

It's dark, the leaves have fallen, and love has dispersed. Let the bleak autumn wind blow my cold heart. Stand in place, head blank.

For more than a year, I don't know if you will remember the original memory, whether you will still remember that the beauty that once stayed at hand has passed, and there is no reason to force it again.

I really don't know what I have to do and what can I do other than miss you and the past? If you are still with me, I will definitely beg you to come back to me.

Once, I was afraid that one day, we would sit in the same place, but there was only silence, once, I was afraid that one day, we would walk on the same road, but there was no waiting; Once, I was afraid that one day we would stand at the same intersection and go in our own directions.

Now, all my fears are cashed in, I'm fine, I just miss you so much. I practice every day, practicing and don't want you.

Practice not thinking about you anymore. But my heart is always lazy. I try to learn, learn to forget you as much as I fell in love with you.

But I still can't learn. Blame me for having no talent, and you have to leave without the talent of love. The feeling of liking someone who doesn't like you is like trying your best, but you can't do anything about it.

I have learned to be alone, in a quiet afternoon, or a quiet night, listening to sad music repeatedly, reading sad words repeatedly, quietly, giving my heart to this indifferent ethereal, intoxicating in it, thinking in it, and experiencing another different kind of real beauty in it.

Her departure made it difficult for me to come out of the shadow of broken love, and in order to pass the boring time, I learned to play Guangdong mahjong.

Learned to smoke. Only in mahjong, only when smoking, can I eliminate my troubles, can I forget her for a while.

We have not been in touch since we were separated from her, and we have not even written a letter. Of course, maybe she's married, or maybe she doesn't want me to disturb her life anymore.

Perhaps, as she said before, even if they are neighbors, they will not knock on each other's doors. After two years, I slowly came out of the shadows and finally had my own love and life.

In the next few years, I met my current wife, and soon we had the crystallization of love, and we had a different wonderful life in ordinary life......