Love, like a breeze, comes to the side one after another, always so inadvertently. Then, use its slight coolness to wake up the sleeping heart and apply a little moisture. It's just that its departure is even more casual, just like when it came. Perhaps, when the wind chimes ring, it is a declaration that it will no longer stay.

Everyone will have an unexpected love, in that corner, in that street, beckoning to you, into your life, into your heart. Once, in this hustle and bustle of the world, I thought that loneliness would be the only companion in this life. However, your appearance has messed up my thoughts. With your laughter, you told me that it is unwise for one person to be lonely, and only when two people are in company can you see seven colors of iridescent. So, my heartbeat, in that moment, became real and more convinced of the existence of love.

When I meet you, there are no gorgeous encounters, and there are no romantic scenes. It's just a very simple accident, you standing on the left side of the strange road, and me standing on the right side of the strange road, like two parallel lines suddenly crossed together, and they met at that intersection. I don't believe in fate, but for your appearance, it always feels like there is a kind of arrangement in the dark.

I don't know why I like you, and I don't understand why I fell in love with you. If you really want to give a reason, it may be your heavenly voice, which will always use its tenderness and comfort to soothe my wounds when I am hurt and lost, or your petite and delicate figure, which will always make me want to protect it well every time, and protect it in my arms with that not too thick arm.

For a simple person, love is naturally not complicated. So all along, my love fantasies have been extremely simple. I just want to see you prepare a table of meals with your heart when I come home from work, and then reward you with a smile; I just want to take your hand to walk along the beach when I am occasionally free, and then gently tidy up the long hair that makes the sea breeze blow for you with my hands; I just want to sit on the edge of the bed and hand you a glass of water and a piece of medicine when you are sick and sick, and then watch you take it obediently; I just want to take you to a place we haven't been to during the annual holiday, and then have a trip of love; I just want to help each other to the balcony when you and I are gray-haired, and then let you lean on my shoulder to see the beauty of the sunset。

However, all this is no longer a fantasy, but a fantasy. Time stole our initial love, and now I and you, life is no longer intertwined. Not to mention the sweet words in the past, even the quarrels and quarrels in the future are all sweet memories when you think about them. Now, you live your life, and I live my downfall. Each other has become the other and this, and there is no mutual existence.

If our love is just a flash in the pan, why did it bloom in the first place? If our love is just a game, why did we put into it in the first place? If our love is just a meteor across the night sky, why was it so bright in the first place? If our love is just a dream, why was it so real in the first place?

Deep down, the unwillingness is so strong. But we can't go back to any struggle. Like a kite with a broken string, it will only float forward and will not fall at the point of origin. Perhaps, the only thing I can do is not to think about you too hard, so that it doesn't hurt too much, and then it will slowly fade away. Time went to the left, you went to the right, and I stood still, hesitant and helpless. Then, late every night, light a cigarette, fill a glass of wine, write a pen, and write down those stories about you and me.