Vain blocking, hoarseness. It's not always satisfying. And often dusk is the most palpitating, and the sun is waning. Behind the clouds that were burned by fire, only clumps of ashes remained, gloomy. And I just watched it all silently, silently and powerlessly.

Facing the already heavy night, facing the lonely lights in the distance. I am painfully entangled with the past, in my world, there has always been only a withered lamp and a sunset. How dare you hope that the lights are on for half a moment, and the night is blurred.

I understand very well that I can't have any good things. Even if I fought for Shaohua, I fought for a lifetime of worrylessness as a bet. As a must-lose situation, I lost. The loss was complete and natural.

I stood in front of the only mirror you gave me, looking at the people who had nothing inside, and I looked very calm. Perhaps, after you are gone. I had long since lost the courage to fight for it.

You know, if I lose you, I will also cut off my relationship with this earthly world, so I always seem out of place in front of others.

I'm indifferent and indifferent in front of people, probably no one would have thought that I was a person who could love someone to the bone. Perhaps, everyone only has one life, and that's all I have.

Since I have chosen you, I want to bind my ordinary life to you, so it is naturally normal.

It is only in this night that my expression will be filled with endless sadness and remorse, and I will be like two people on weekdays. Because, ah, in this blackness that crushes everything, crushes my last strong nerve.

In this loneliness that annihilates everything, it also blocks everyone's peeps. Too many eyes, full of schadenfreude, full of indifference. It also blocked everyone's care, and at such a time, I don't think I need anyone's compassion.

After a violent outburst, anyone will see that I am not supported. How could I be so lonely, so helpless.

Anything that might expose my heart, I'm going to hide it well. People don't understand my feelings, so they can't see my sadness.

You can't see my helplessness, so you think I've been heartless, ignoring my eyebrows. You know, if you take it a little harder, you'll see that my eyebrows never let go.

It's clear that what is said is hidden in my heart, except for you, and you have never seen my sadness. Is it because I'm too mature now or if you don't love me as much as you say you do.

Forget it, don't think about it, because you know that I will believe everything you say.

Everything you say, I will do my best to accomplish it. I can't see the slightest disappointment or sadness in the person I love, and you, that person, are the same for the rest of your life.

I often wander and wander in a daze. This habit has long since spread into my daily life. When others are talking, I suddenly lose my mind, and I can only wake up when others call.

When planning something, I always forget where I think of it. If you can be there for me, please don't ask me why I became so sloppy and careless, because those past moments haunt me, and I am useless and unable to extricate myself.

Of course you won't see how embarrassed I am now, because you're long gone, away from me. Gone. I've arrived somewhere I don't know, and I'm still in this old place, missing you who were here.

I couldn't bear to leave, I was scared. If I leave, I don't know when I will return, maybe the world will have changed by then, and the scenery here will also change. If that's the case, I think even if you don't come back, I'll guard this land.

Because fortunately, there were your footprints here, and I was with you. The familiar scenery here will be the collection of all my thoughts for the rest of my life. I will stitch together the memories of you and me in every dead grass and every speck of dust, and replay them alone, even if they are no longer complete.

The eternity I longed for has long been shattered at my fingertips, and only the last pillar of my connection with you has been severed. All the things that were once wanted have become reality, and all the fantasies have become bubbles.

The future, so far away. What else can I do, how will you come back, come back to me, day and night, and hold on for the rest of your life. In this world, if there really is a Buddha, I am willing to pray for thousands of years here, and I am willing to exchange anything.

However, it is difficult. However, slim.

Some people, in a flash. Some stories are enduring. There's a passage that works especially for you and me. Youth without regrets is not because you met the right person. It is because I met a person I love all my life that I have a youth without regrets.

I never forget it when I first see it. What if we hadn't met, and all the stories wouldn't have been played out in the future.

We're not going to be together, we don't have those wonderful and memorable moments together. You're not going far, you're not going far, are you. If we haven't met, you won't leave. It's been here all along.

Maybe I won't know you, but if I have you, even if it's a few miles, it's enough. But I masochistically thought, if I really hadn't met it.

How did I pass through your world, how could your world have traces that I left behind.

Please forgive me, even though this excuse has been used countless times since we were together.

I beg your pardon, I can't imagine your life without me. I beg your pardon, I can't stand the way you are intimate with others.

I beg your pardon, I can't see you wearing a suit for someone else, I won't be at your wedding, I can't hold back my tears. I'm too strong to be weak in front of others. Come to think of it, you probably wouldn't mind and wouldn't be angry.

Because by then, you already have someone you can trust for your life, and I will completely disappear from your world and from your memories. After all, for you and me, we are both passers-by.

Rushing by, the so-called first love. Candy that is too sweet will not last long, and what will last for a long time may only be bland.

The unfulfilled first love is a scar in life, which cannot be erased, painful and sweet. However, I could not let go of the fact that she had come and that she had come.

can't let go, there is only endless sadness in the past.

"Sister Xue, so literate, in the time I took a bath, I wrote so many words with lightning speed."

While Xia Shiliu was talking, she couldn't help but extend her thumb to Su Xue.

"Sister Xia Shiliu, you are laughing, I am just bored to write and play. By the way, it's watery. ”

At the same time, Su Xue also stood up a little shyly.

"Xia Shiliu, why did you take a shower, it took so long?"