The heroine of that story has now left my life completely

At that time, I thought that I was vigorous, but now I only keep it in sporadic memories

In many good friend circles, he has now become an unfamiliar stranger

People who have embarked on different paths

Life has lost its intersection

When I was in school, I always felt that my life could be squandered endlessly

But there is a limit to what people can squander

It's not just that you can be together just by wanting to be together

There are so many opportunities to hug each other

But I missed it after all

In fact, there are only a few opportunities in life

Catch it, catch it

Then there may never be a chance to stand in the same position again

People will grow in a different state of mind

It's hard to get back to your original heart

I don't know how to do it in the same life

I thought this was the end of the story

But what is precious is that after many years

From the mouths of those mutual friends

Heard the untold stories

In fact, both sides are learning to work hard for each other

But I don't know what the method is

It comes down to being too young

I don't know how to be tolerant yet

How to fall in love

Whitening up what the other person in the previous story thought

The years are embarrassing

It's a pity to think about it

But in the end, I still haven't regretted it

Because even if it's an irrational angry bull

It was also a real me

There are flowers that can be folded straight, and they must be folded, and there are no flowers and empty branches

Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth

Some things are missed and missed

At least I tried

Bravely marched forward

It's just not the right way

Young has nothing to do with age

Maybe it's just a mentality

Just be brave enough to love

Just go and break the bleeding

Just be happy

The day I finally heard the story

Anything is true or false

I've embraced the reality

The stories in my ears made me remember in my heart that these were really happening

Because there was so much ego and pride in the past that made me doubt those stories

It's just some so-called feelings that I made up by myself

But at this moment I heard someone else's version of the story and the version of my own story that I didn't tell anyone else

It's so close, yet so different

Suddenly, it was as if I had completed my self-identification

Eventually, man must come to a reconcile with his past self

Form a new self

The missing person notice is that I am looking for the person and myself in the story of the past

Like the song Xu Jiaying sang

The person in the photograph may no longer be found

You can't hug each other from afar

Because there is no reason to hug each other

Only when both sides recognize the value of memory

It's just that I don't have that opportunity anymore

The universe of those two people is closed

The world of those two men has been destroyed

I'm not the one who is full of anger and emotion anymore

I'm just a chronicler in the middle of a story

Record with prejudice what may have happened

I'll tell you about it

Tell a story about love

(The following is an afterword)

At that time, I wrote the following words for her:

Listen to the stories that those bystanders may be telling you in the real way

I was suddenly in the absence of alcohol and smoking

With a sense of psychedelia and realism that is not very realistic

I'm only white today, and I forced her to become another me

Didn't really learn how to love her

From now on

I want her to live her life

I want her to do what she is good at

I hope she understands my ignorance and recklessness

I hope she can get out of that place

I hope she never gives up

I hope she will continue to start over if she fails

I knew I wasn't in a position to apologize to her again

I also know that I was disqualified

But I hope she gets better

Now think about it

Maybe I was too stupid at the beginning

It's all self-inflicted

But it's all gone

Time just dissipates in the mouths of others.

I hope that in this waking dream we can all be redeemed

But I wish I could learn how to love