When a person lies in bed at night and can't sleep, he often thinks of some things in the past and some people who have passed in front of him, happy and happy, sad and painful···········

Sometimes, he hated himself, hated himself for being ignorant, hated himself for not having the courage, hated himself for doing so many things that he thought were wrong and ridiculous. By the time he realized that it was too late, those who should have gone had already gone, and those who should not have been hurt had already been hurt, and at that moment, he finally knew that everything was in the past tense, and there was no way back to that perfect beginning······

Memories and painful experiences made him afraid to face too many people and things, and he became more and more afraid of losing, afraid of losing everything that was worth cherishing around him······

Floating like a dream, the past, gradually drifting away with the wind, light as clouds, I believe that as long as you turn around, you can step on the shadow on your heels, but he has tried many times, but it has not succeeded, trouble, is an inexplicable emotion, just like a beautiful promise, it is just a short-lived fireworks, some feelings, can never be forgotten.

He is used to making people feel inexplicably safe, but he is inexplicably lonely, and he never knows what his habits will make him miss, maybe a lot·······

There are always some epiphanies when they go first, there are always encounters after too late, there is always some happiness after courage, and there is always some forgetting after missing out······ There is always some opportunity, after that, not to come back. People say that time is the best doctor, can cure all diseases in the world, but time is also the worst quack, will only drag the wound, never cure, many times, no matter how long he stays in place and waits, it is just a person's self-inflicted amorousness, his greatest pain is that he never knows what he really wants, which is not only pain, but also a kind of sadness. There will be many people in a person's life, and everyone can only accompany him for a while, and the past will pass, and there will be no return, we can't force it, and we can't ask for anything. Perhaps, everyone has an unknown small box in their hearts, containing a lot, joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds, which are not something that outsiders can open casually·········

The bluer the sky, the more afraid I am to look up and watch the movie, the more sad I feel