No one knew I was crying, they only saw my calm face after wiping away my tears. Maybe I'm only suitable for solitude, only for loneliness. Too much love is extravagant and not worth it. Because I don't deserve it. Quietly alone in a daze, my heart hurts, and sometimes memories keep emerging in my mind, sometimes blank.

It's really tiring to live like this. A lonely person messing around on the playground, seeing the scenery is desolate, and the people I see are numb, as if everything has nothing to do with me. With my hands in my pockets and listening to the beautiful music in the MP3, I feel that my life is more comfortable. I should learn to prevent everything and live alone.

A friend once said that my writing is so sad, but in fact, he doesn't know me, because my life is sad, I am sad, so what I write will naturally be a little sad. In the past, I always built the happiness of others on my own pain, thinking that as long as my friends were happy, then everything was worth it. However, I never thought that I had completely pushed myself into the abyss. Life is mine, why should I take care of other people's feelings to hurt myself~? Pretending to be really hard is really hard, frolicking in front of people; I never thought that the first half of my life would be so sad.

People are really too false, and I am also hypocritical. Don't dare to show your true self to everyone. I'm a bad boy who hurts people who like me with stubbornness, and I cling to him who seems to be nothing. All of a sudden, I felt so scared. If the person who likes me leaves me, and the person I like is gone, then what kind of grief should I be in? So, when someone comes into my life, I'm always running away. I'm afraid of hurting them, and I'm afraid of hurting myself. I can't bear any pain anymore, and I don't want to bear it anymore.

You know? I don't call you because I'm afraid I'm going to get out of control, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you unintentionally. Only then will you forget yourself and avoid getting hurt, and only then will I have time to learn to forget, to forget your goodness, to forget the memories we have had. So, one day, after you forsake me, my pain will be a little less. But it turned out that I couldn't forget, and forgetting was certainly another stab to myself.

It hurts, just let it hurt~'It's not that I haven't experienced it, no matter how big the pain is, let me bear it alone, and if I can't bear it, at least there is a way to get rid of it. No one in this world is really good to anyone, and I don't think I'm an exception. Now, I don't want extravagance, and I'm numb, and I'm not qualified to pursue it. That's not giving yourself joy, it's hurting and suffering to others. That's not going to be the principle by which I do things.

It was dark, the fish were falling, and my heart was instantly cold. No one can understand me. How much pain I have experienced since I was a child, and the crippled life experience has also cast a shadow on my youth. I have experienced the saddest pain, I have wandered in front of death so many times and returned, what is the fear of the pain again?

I really want to graduate as soon as possible, to escape from the places I am familiar with, and to escape from all the people and things. Sometimes, I think, why don't I lose my memory if I don't have it, and then I forget everything and start all over again. The wind is up, it's cold, but why don't you catch a cold? If you don't give me happiness, why don't you make me miserable completely?

MP3 is playing a song, called "The Saddest Man in the World", now it sounds, I think it is so beautiful, and my mood at this time is so consistent, I really have to suspect that he is not good to write for me?!~~ The teacher is talking about homework on it, and I listen to MP3 and turn my head to the dark window. Hey, I'm thinking, tomorrow, what kind of mask should I live in?

It turns out that it can be so sad and terrifying for a person to calm down. As if isolated by a vacuum. Everything is so strange and unsightly. When I raised my hand to brush my face, I realized that it was full of tears. Wet, falling, shattered. I still can't contain the pain in my heart...~~...

Pedestrians are dressed ~ as if life is as unpredictable. The road surface that has just rained seems to be a light rain in spring, which is not pleasant enough, and instead of washing away the dust of the road, it gives people a more muddy feeling. The smell of earth in the air, it's strong...

Maybe there are always people waiting for the bus at the bus stop at the door~ It seems that this city is so busy every day. I hate the station, I always miss a bus because of 1 or 2 minutes, I like to take the back of the bus. It's like I like to throw paper money. Because sitting in the front position and seeing the old man always have to give way, it's not that I don't know how to respect the old man, and I don't want to be so troublesome. I didn't want to see the driver's strange eyes, as if I was afraid that I would throw a 5 dime.

At first, I thought that love would be like life~ encountered some setbacks~ and I could cheer up with a deep breath. But then I realized that once I have a memory, it is like a tattoo, if I barely erase it, I will only leave a scar. Once naïve, staring at the sky, gently holding your hand, looking up and smiling, opening your hands, and saying for sure In this life, the ring finger of your right hand can only take me to give you a ring, and your shoulders with long hair can only lean on my shoulders

I found that I no longer held your hand, and when I naively thought so, I was just weakly holding my favorite cigarette that was about to burn out

When I naively thought so, I found that I no longer had the familiar scent of your hair around me

Just leaning against the dim street lamp downstairs and watching the cigarette slowly go out~

Our separation was as hurried as we met, there were no superfluous words, and on the day of the breakup, we had a very "romantic" meal like Xiang Nan and Yang Xiaoyun in the TV series. Left, finally left the place where you are. But the psychological feeling still did not leave. It's even more uncomfortable. I like to see your smiling face, always able to talk endlessly, in fact, it's already very cute and don't need to mix anymore, I like to ride the car with you snuggling in the back, at that moment I hope we never have a destination.

Knowing that you are with him, I said I don't care, I can accept it, as long as you can be happy. I really don't care~ I really care. It's just the powerlessness of heartache to speak, the powerlessness to cry. Maybe it's true, as my colleague said, that I'm in love with someone I shouldn't love, or because I'm on the wrong bus or you're at the wrong stop.

Maybe the days together are as sweet as the salt in the water is saturated and cannot be dissolved. You once said that if it weren't for him, you would always be with me, and you know that moment, as the fairy tale sings, all the stars in my sky are bright.

Passing by an intersection, the scenery flashing around you, always hoping that your figure can appear in your sight, even if it is a moment of passing by. 、

I don't like to turn a blind eye to each other just because we broke up. Pretend to be a stranger.

Look back the next time you meet. The corners of my mouth will always be on your lips with a smile on your face.

If one day ~ just if . You're tired and come back to me. There will always be room for you to hold on my right hand~...

It's hard to love someone, and it's even harder to forget someone.

I have never had the luxury of romantic love, I despise false, charity, unequal love, for the sake of my own beliefs, even resolutely give up the long-awaited love, I am not so great, but I have been looking for that feeling, this feeling is the holy place of my heart, the heart is on the heights The last line of defense that my soul is clinging to, because I still reverently protect an innocence, a passion, a little touch, and an infatuation that I am struggling to find true love and firmly believe that you will always come, I dare not set foot in it, but I just look at it from afar, or the scenery, or the farce. Is it true that love is the song of an invisible bird that dies when it encounters dirt?

Sometimes, I really love the fallen leaves, love its chic coming and going, and do not leave a trace of sorrow in the world; love its tolerance, its ordinary and non-mediocre attitude to life: love its gaze looking into the distance and the smile of returning to the earth. But a person, who can live his whole life without love, hatred, resentment, or regret...... No.

But even if we don't have the chance to hold hands, I still have to tell you that I am happy to know you!

Maybe it's destined to just have your back, watching your back disappear without a trace, I pretend to be free, but your smile is still in my heart......

I don't know what I should do, move on or go back, and I'm so reluctant to let go of your shadow.

The only thing I can do is wait

True love will not be diluted by time, it is clear, crystalline, unpolluted, and nourishes my soul!

I would like to exchange eternity for the moment of reunion with you!

On the evening of May 1, a person sat quietly in a familiar and unfamiliar room, with a noisy crowd and the sound of ticking cars outside the window. Time slipped away imperceptibly outside the window, and the thoughts at this time were being staged, getting thicker and thicker, getting fresher and fresher, letting the tears cross the face, like broken strings, unable to find the notes, and playing a piercing melody.

Once upon a time, my feelings were broken, so fragile that I couldn't go back to the original point, I couldn't open up the initial expectations, I couldn't let go of my deep love, a few short days, like decades, a person always hid in a nobody's corner to clean up those memories that no one cleaned, and then I missed and missed endlessly, sadness filled the whole room, my heart was broken to the extreme, my tears were exhausted, and I knew that it was so difficult to give up. That kind of taste is really hard to express in words, is it joy? is it sadness? Maybe it is a cigarette that falls in love with matches, and is destined to be hurt! I really want to return to her, although he has so many dislikes, but he is still willing to quietly look at his charming eyes, sunny smile, but time flies, and I can't turn around and get tired of his eyes, if time can turn back, I must catch the tail and remember him forever, forever!

The dream she looks forward to, the world she pursues, I can't give, let alone realize, I'm just such an ordinary person. Although ordinary, he has a fiery heart, understands that love is giving, patience, tolerance, respect, blindness, and does not need fireworks to shine in the moment, let alone hesitate to hurry to seek perfection, what he wants is the love of cherishing each other and flowing for a long time. I deeply understand that giving will not equal gain, but I am willing to wait silently for the only remaining hope, the rare obsession, silently persevering, although she has too many lies, because she can no longer find the way to come.

It's the dead of night now, but the thoughts are increasing dramatically with the hours, minutes and seconds, for some reason, I will be so unable to let go, so unrelenting, so unforgettable. Once used writing to fill the endless loneliness in my heart, infinite sadness, and faintly erased my love for her, only to find out in the end that no matter how gorgeous the words and exquisite language could not block his deep attachment to him, the strong smile every day, the daily closure could not hide the loneliness in my heart, the more I wanted to forget, the more I remembered.

Perhaps, I was never understood by her, ignored again and again, and finally couldn't help it, and told it wordlessly, all I got was her indifferent glance, and there were no waves, which was not what I wanted, like a hedgehog-like attitude, seemingly impeccable, but it couldn't withstand a trace of slackness. Maybe he should have let go a long time ago, and he shouldn't have been the dying struggle of this trapped beast, which is unbearable to watch, and he is covered in bruises. I was originally a light and breezy person, but because of your seemingly affectionate but ruthless move, I stepped into the swamp and sank into the mud, perhaps as early as the moment I stepped in, ignoring my own cry. Now, it is too late to understand this truth, and my heart is in pain, but I am powerless to heal it. seems to be sitting lazily and leisurely in front of the computer, but his body is prostrated and weak to the limit, and his eyes are still looking at his photos nakedly, unable to turn around for a long time, and his heart is complicated to the extreme, and it has reached the limit.

The moment I turned around, the sky was drizzling, and I walked in the rain, looking up at the sky, and my face was long gone, whether it was tears or rain. The only thing I know is that among the thousands of raindrops, only the one that wets oneself is rain. At this time, I deeply understood that it was not that I lived in regret and complaining and could not forget, but that he never understood my sorrow and the loneliness in my heart.