The years of quiet walking, the end of youth

In the passing years, what kind of parting is Xu Hua. It's a strange way to the end of the world, and it's a pity to go to the past. It's a pity and it's silent. Regret and end, regret and refuse, go through time. In that encounter, in the canyon where it had been lost, a leaf fell. A wounded time. We gradually regret the time of the season. Always let us follow all the way, the time and the past, I don't understand. What kind of language should this be used to describe the past? Maybe in this place where my youth ended in the past, I had too many lost and lost love pasts. I don't understand how much fate it takes to meet a person in order to go through a happy time with each other.

With the wounded end of the world. A wandering heart, a period of time. Accompany me too much in the past at dusk, walking alone in the place of acquaintance. The heart of the former youth, the bravery of the former youth. Now it has become unborn, and all the passing years of the end of the world and all the silent years end in one season. The end of the parting time, the silence of the wounded end of the world. Take this time to give the passing years, take this strange road given by the end of the world. A person moves forward silently, with no end and no beginning, just running in this endless world. Alone with this fateless world, in such a time.

Walking through the same time together, in such a time. I feel very happy, I feel like I'm in a dream, and I don't know what words to use to describe the relationship with the times. Maybe. What kind of way should be used to meet in a period of time, and what kind of gradual decline should be used. I have asked myself more than once what you are silent about, what you are waiting for in the passing years. Wait for that time that no longer belongs to you, stand in that storm. What are you clinging to, my friend asked me. If she really cares, she will look at you more at the moment of parting, and if she really doesn't like you, she will pay with her life. She doesn't get touched either, I always think that as long as I work hard enough. If you are true enough, you must be able to succeed if you are persistent. Until the end of the year, I don't understand how many parting seasons have been drawn,

The years of quiet walking. The declining youth, after a year. When I wandered again for this happiness, I came to the place I had been attached to. Shanghai, Suzhou. I was wandered there again, alone for a day and a night in the car as usual. Only this time there was more sadness and that silence, and I walked alone at this familiar station. Suzhou Station has a map in hand, thinking it can find you. I thought I would be able to see you when I got out of the car. An hour passed, and you didn't show up after all. I felt lost, I felt desolate, and I felt this strange displacement. I stood in silence for five hours at the station, where I looked at the departing buses. A column passed by my eyes, and I deeply felt that this was another parting in life.

Once I went to the end of the world, I don't know when, I became like this, and others were unintentionally kind to me. I'll be grateful for years, and every accident that happens to me is a test of time. Day by day. I make it a habit and love it. Whenever a period of time came to an end, she would ask me about such years. How did you persevere, I was silent for a moment. I said after a while. I like you, she's silent yes. I persevered all the way to the years of such a parting. Such a time of silence comes just in time for youth. I have already rejected too much, and the years of quiet walking. We walked through the innocent school together, all the way through the bits and pieces of those years. Walk down the same trail as the school.

There was a period of sadness. Don't mention it again, there is a scene where there is no word after all. The end of the season ends with time, and a sadness is no longer mentioned. A story is beyond words, and someone says how much a piece of happiness can hurt you. It must be able to bring you how much happiness it can bring, and I can only insist on silence for such remarks. Yes, most of my happy days were spent wandering, without greetings. There is no language, it seems that there is only a black and white show, a gorgeous show. From beginning to end, it was a one-man show. If you act for too long, there will always be a day when you will be silent, and you will no longer talk about the past stories. There is a period of sadness that I have always been with until this sorrow. The end of the world is until this parting. Flowers bloom and fall, and time accompanies this cherished land. A parting goodbye, leaving like this. With that endless silence of the sunset, a sadness was no longer mentioned.

Declining youth, like water. Crying that a person came over in the past, yes, it took six years to cherish a person. In the twilight of the year, a person is for her. Let the wind and rain be only for perseverance, only for that period of wandering happiness. How many tears have been shed in the past, how many times have the language been misunderstood. Again and again in silence in silence, but again and again in the wanderings to see these blurred years. Silent persistence. Just for the pity of the end of the day, the cherished heart. I just want to be simple and walk through each other's truest hearts. Six years have passed. Six years of cherishing but in exchange for a song ended, six years of time do not understand what kind of language to use. I don't know what kind of years to bury this wordless past with all this, and I want to wander again. Carrying a bag, a DSLR. Take your silent and sad self along the way and go there. Wandering there, wandering makes the heart wander. Wandering is a bleak word, and it is also a wordless end.

Leave a wound behind. As the flowers bloom and fall. With this comes the time to spare. I don't know how long I can last, but in these days and ages that no one asks. Always a person is persistent. That insistence, that parting. Attached to the end of the twilight, all of this I have always walked alone, strange and desolate, this place is so regrettable and distressed, for that period of attachment, I let go of a lot, let go of the time with my relatives. For that attachment. My own birthday was also spent in the place where I followed you in silence, and I came to the city where you were in the car by car. One day and one night, for this encounter. I didn't feel tired, wandering alone in the city where the terminus was. Shanghai, Suzhou. Mistaken river, for such a time. I don't know how long I can wander, and I don't know if this kind of attachment will still be able to reach the end. Walking alone on a strange road, there are always many silences, and a person who has been wandering for too long will always like to be quiet. I like the quiet night that belongs to me alone, the years of quiet walking.

There are many kinds of love in this world. There is affection, there is affection. There is friendship, and some people are persistent for friendship. There is also attachment to feelings, no matter what kind of love it is, it is worth cherishing. It can be humbling to love someone who doesn't love yourself. But such love only once will not be in the second, silent past. It is a silent tear, and the distant autumn is a cold autumn with too many memories and no words. Always look back in silence, after this silent life and death. After a passing silence. In the years, I left that silent regret, and the youth that has passed, but it is still the same as it was at the beginning. Or is it that the wordless self is just too hurried, and everything is separated by nothing. In this season of autumn and displacement, what kind of scenery can be forgotten, and the wounds of the years can be experienced to forget the silent ending. How long will it take to wander before you can forget this silent past, like a flower blooming.

After all, love is vicissitudes, and flowers bloom and fall. A persistent love and a mulberry field cherish, if you can't meet someone who understands love, it will be another bleak beginning. The flowers on the other side are blooming. The blur of time, the obsessive and silent past, in a lifetime, people's hearts can hold many people, or destined encounters, and there is always only one person who can be filled to the bottom of the heart, and it feels so unforgettable. I forgot what kind of beginning it was, and in those summer reveries, it finally became an ancient secret, but I have no regrets about the throbbing that I had. Sitting in front of the candle at night, bowing his head and pondering, and trickling his heart, just remembering how brilliant the flowers on the other side bloom in this flower season, and the scenery around him is no longer the original, those people and things are washed away by time, only a young heart is still trying to squeeze in the gap of time and space, and wants to calmly appreciate the other side of the road of life.

Love speaks boldly