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Tell yourself to hold on for one more day, a week, a month, another year, and you'll find that the results of refusing to leave are amazing. Only those who refuse to try again will be defeated

Personal encounters and unfortunate fates have forced me to mature, and the price of all this should be the strength to survive in the future.

The person I like is not young anymore, and so am I. But I support him no matter what he does. I bought his records and listened to them, and I went to watch his films. One day he doesn't want to live his life in front of the public, and I wish him happiness. Originally, he was not a person who belonged to my world, but he gave me so much, maybe he will never remember me, but so what, I just remember.

The course of life is like a word written on water, going down the river, and when you want to look back, you always lose your traces.

When I left him, I understood that love is one thing, life is one thing, sex is one thing, and years are another.

Memory is beautiful because it no longer depreciates with time where it stops, and later, even the traces of time are obliterated.

Time will pierce the beauty and delicacy of youth, will carve parallel lines into the forehead of beauty, it will devour rare treasures, natural beauty. Nothing escapes the scythe it sweeps.

A lonely person will always remember everyone who has appeared in his life with his heart, so I always think of you with my heart, and count my loneliness over and over again on every starfall night.

Life is a gradual journey, every day is the scenery along the way in this trek, different scenery can achieve a wonderful life, and the same thing can only bring a boring trip and a lost road without knowing the end.

A person always has to take a strange road, see a strange scenery, listen to a strange song, and then in a casual moment, you will find that the things that you originally tried so hard to forget are really forgotten.

The slender spring breeze lifts the skirt of the season, I am in the sunlight in front of the window, watching the fine dust particles slowly fall, with lonely words, writing shallow feelings, the wings of longing, rendering the long time, so that full of tenderness, in the heart, restricted, heart, just like a river of spring water, in the wind if feint.

I think, picking up the fallen leaves, I have your thoughts. Sticking to the fallen leaves, I and you are zero distance. Silently a warmth, as well as the warm smile, let me be as quiet as a poem, forget the melancholy of the leaves, in this maple forest full of thoughts, continue to wait for the next unexpected encounter.

In the journey of life, none of us know who will meet whom. Those passing scenery are just a ray of light passing in front of you.

At that time, I was too young, I had just tasted the taste of freedom, and I didn't understand that the willful squandering at that time actually had a price, I owe my future self, and the years will keep an account for me, and I will have to pay it back little by little in the coming year.

Do you know that from now on, you are like a beautiful flower by your side, but I am only left to walk around like water.

Even if you leave. It's also about remembering each other's goodness. I miss it all the time. This is a small warm flame left for himself in the turbulent world. Affectionate. There is nostalgia in the heart.

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