Night, long night, silent night.

The road, the long road, the lonely road.

I thought that this road would be very leisurely, but it was only a short distance away, and there was only a single encounter left, walking alone.

I thought the night was already long, but in fact, he had just arrived, and the world was bustling with people.

I walked through the deep sea of people, and I saw the love between children, just like the fragrance of the gardenia when it first bloomed.

I have crossed the bustling spring and summer, and I have seen the colors of stars and spring water, which are difficult to see at a glance, but they are always nostalgic.

I have encountered a bleak autumn and winter, I heard the cold wind say to freeze his past, I saw the winter snow in the coming year to make her start again.

I have walked through myself, I have walked through the age of fairy tales, I have also walked through the ethereal past, I have walked into the pitiful and real present.

The white-skinned walls I once saw are now covered with mottled advertisements, as if they are dancing with their teeth and claws, and they are sinking people's hearts.

The desolate ruins I once saw now stand in the majestic palaces for people to live their best lives.

I've seen so much of the landscape, with the person I love, but now it's all changed, and neither she nor it is there.

I thought that if I couldn't find this answer, I could wait for a long time, wait for the flowers to bloom, and wait for the person to return.

But I know the answer, it makes me waste time and have no results to expect, but I am willing to wait.

So I stopped in the present moment, stayed in the moment, but I went farther and farther, and it was I who accelerated the speed of my feet.

It turned out that I also hypocritically chose the most appropriate distance, until I met a new scenery and started a new relationship.

Forget the past, forget the memories, forget all that, including everything now.

I became living in life, happiness in joy, and living in the paradise without her, the real me, three people.

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