Recently, I have been confused and confused, and my life has been a mess. I didn't have the energy and courage to face myself and you. I seem to have bred the idea of getting by, breaking the jar and breaking it, and some moments, I really want to forget you like this, empty me, and hate to have to ignore it, desperate to run to you immediately. I haven't heard from you for a long time, I don't know what you've been doing lately, I don't know your joys and sorrows, I don't know your joys and sorrows. The distance between me and you is so far away, far from contact and no intersection, so far away that you can accidentally be silent, as if there is no more you in this world.

If you can't see each other, you can still have expectations, thoughts and hopes, but without news, it's like opening your eyes in the dark night, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try, you can't see anything. These days, I can't understand you, I don't have my sunny cheerfulness, only endless emptiness slowly hits, only constant irritability slowly surrounding. These days, I can't feel myself, I'm stunned, my mind is numb, wave after wave of helplessness, wave after wave of sourness soaks me.

There is always a large faint blank in my heart, a few tosses and turns, a few times in a daze, and the longer I am separated from you, the farther away I become. We had a brief encounter and then we started to be apart for too long. It's been so long that I don't know how you've changed, but I've changed so much so lately. We met and separated, we knew each other and forgot about it, and so many years passed in a flash. In the days without you, I will always miss you, but unfortunately I have never passed you in my current life, and I have never stopped thinking about you.

I am paranoid and hide you deep in my heart, I humbly keep me away from you, I am sensitive to hide my feelings, and I am neurotic and a little shy and reserved. When I think of you, I can't help but feel sour, and when I think of you, I can't help but feel warm in my heart. No one knows what you took from me, I am unscathed, I have lost nothing. No one knows what I got from you, you look like clouds are drifting by, leaving nothing behind. But I know that you have taken my heart away, and I have left your shadow behind.

You are really gone, you have been gone for a long, long time, so that your face has changed, you are really gone, I have never met you again, I have never forgotten you again. I'm just silently watching your beauty and loneliness from a distance, and I'm just secretly watching your happiness and sorrow. I'm just a spectator in everything about you, I've never been involved in your life, and you've never paid attention to what I'm doing. We seemed like just ordinary encounters, and then separations.

When today passed, I felt that we were farther apart, we had not had a heart-to-heart relationship, but only when we were a little closer, you were not only an old dream, but also the enchanting sanctuary and the maze in my ethereal imagination, which made people so yearning and lost, expecting and confused. Tonight, I'm sure we're getting farther and farther apart.

You promise me a bunch of hearts full of heaven, and I promise you a flower language that secretly guards. A bunch of flamingos took away all the misfortunes and sorrows of July, leaving only bursts of unreal memories echoing, and I recalled you over and over again on the last day of July. In retrospect, I'd like to put you aside. In the breeze of August, in the sunset, you are the bouquet of stars in the sky that blooms just right, filling the world in my memory, and also filling another sky outside my world. You have never belonged to me, but your beauty has surrounded me, you are my distant landscape, you are my distant fantasy.

Every month is so short, I haven't had time to remember, and I see that it is already drizzling at the end of the month; every night is so long, I miss you a thousand times at night, only to see the night in the middle of the night. In this sentimental autumn, I save all my delicate thoughts, keep you in an untouchable corner, and then throw all my thoughts into a deep landscape. In that distance, you are intoxicating with light and shadow, you are a spring dream without a trace, and you are tirelessly seeking and following. I've stumbled through the past, and I've picked you up and put you down, remembering and losing you. I looked at myself from afar, and I was like a foolish butterfly wandering around the vase, greeting you with all my might. I thought you would have a response, but unfortunately you are as delicate and fragrant as ever, you are the fragrance of the sky full of flowers and stars, and you are slowly delicate and lonely.

When I miss you, I look up, I look into the distance, I stare at the fragmentary petals, open the scattered memories, piece them together, and slowly paint them into a beautiful and beautiful you, waiting for this image to slowly blur, slowly dissipate, slowly let me hide you, ignore you, and remember you away. The wind and rain are rising, today I don't think about you anymore, I see that the night is beautiful on your side, and I am here, the clouds are quiet and the wind is light, and the autumn colors are getting thicker. Yun Juanshu, now I have lost you again, I have a long road here, and the other end of the road is the one who has never looked back, beautiful and blurred.

This year, at the end of each month, you recorded a little bit of your mood, and I saw it as if I saw your joys, sorrows, and sorrows at that moment. In the past few years, I have hidden my thoughts at the beginning of every month, I have hidden everything about you, a lot of time, many days, and a lot of memories have been hidden little by little, and slowly become a long memory. I've been reminiscing for too long, and I've missed too much, trapped in the quagmire of longing, unable to extricate myself, unable to let go, unable to get rid of. Your heart blooms in July, and I pick him up again in the days of September, September is a day of encounter, and it is also a day that constantly evokes people's memories. I remember the first day of school many years ago, when we met and met, when your hair was flowing and your steps were gentle. At that time, my heart was beating and I couldn't forget it.

You are in a place that fills my imagination. I've imagined your world and your life over and over again, and you know how much I want to know a little bit more about you, to walk into you, to read you. It's a pity that I have suffered from gains and losses, and I lack courage. Love makes people feel inferior, I am inferior, I am not worthy of you.

The years are still the same, the past is still vague, we have been separated for so long, and we have already broken off the minimum connection. I want to contact you, but I can't open my mouth, so I have to bury my deep thoughts in my heart, love is difficult to open in my heart, and you are wandering in my heart. Do you know that if you give me a response and a hint, I will have the courage to confess my love?

I want to be young and ignorant, my love is just beginning, I don't know the troubles of the world, I just want to follow you quietly and look at your back silently. Until now, I can only go around to find out your news, every time I look at your photos, I always feel that the scenery is not as good as your back, and the spring light is not as good as your face.

I imagined your beauty and thought of you again and again, but I didn't go to see you. I miss but don't meet, a kind of lovesickness, the taste is different, there is bitterness and sweetness, at least in my imagination, you haven't forgotten me. Looking back at the dream, I still clearly remember the first time I saw you, and the smile made me fall into this long thought.

Because you can't get it, all the most cherished, only because of your original intention, you are the most beautiful. I'm slowly getting used to missing you, missing you when I'm lonely, missing you when I'm busy, and I want to see you in the endless sea of people.

So I always see you in dreams, and they all say that the people I see in my dreams will go to see each other after you wake up, but unfortunately I have dreamed so much, we are still separated by the end of the world, and after dreaming for so long, you and I still don't connect. I really don't dare to disturb you.

My young heart has slowly grown old, less courage, less passion, the only thing that is not a lot is the same true love as always. To you, I am just like a cloud and a shadow, just like a falling flower, just a real passerby. Your smile is neither shallow nor light, and in your eyes, there has never been a figure of me.

But so what, you can't think of yourself, it's a person's business, you've never been involved in the slightest, I want you to know, but in the end, it's still a person who hides it silently in the bottom of his heart.

I wasted all my time, wasted it in fantasies, I wasted all my days in endless thoughts. I've wasted so much light and shadow, and I still can't get a response. I never gave up loving you in the past, I gave up everything, but unfortunately I just can't let go of you.

Yesterday it was, it was like that today, and maybe it will be tomorrow. The scenery in the sky is full of you, the stars are shining in the sky, I want to turn thousands of thoughts into a meteor shower that fell in front of your window, make a wish, this time, I want you to know that I am missing you.

Even though you have your life and I have my days, they don't fellowship, they don't have the same, they have their own way of each other. But at this moment, I wrote you down with a sentence hidden in the yellowed diary, with tears in my eyes, reading and reading, and thinking about it, at this moment, my love is like a tide, and at this moment, I admit that I really want to see you again.

I've been stumbling for so many years, just tonight, I've stepped through another year of hustle, passed by a year of busyness, recalled a year of bumps, this year, too much time I think about you, year after year, year after year, this year, I can't see you.

It's summer now, it's the season when the cherries begin to ripen, the sour cherry, just like my sour feelings, I pick it, I eat it in my mouth, that feeling, I want to be reminiscing about you at a certain moment. So he always said in a voice: Don't wait, don't wait, go see her, don't delay, don't delay, love.

But I have missed you for so long, too long and too long time and distance, which calls me how to walk into you, how I face you like this, how I love you. I can't learn anything but miss.

I have loved, spoken, confessed, but never received, I have also cried, laughed, dashing, and now I am silent. I've been pretending I don't care, pretending not to like, pretending not to look like you. But time is so sincere, honestly precipitating my feelings for you, the longer I pretend, the more I sink, it has overwhelmed me, forcing me to admit that I care about you so much.

I can't walk too slowly, I can't go too fast, my heart is already full of tears, full of hardships and hardships that I miss. The days are so peaceful, but it's a pity that it has affected you who are hidden in your heart. You know, I can deceive myself, and I often deceive others, and I've been deceiving others that I'm not loving you. I don't know if it's weakness or stubbornness, I haven't looked for you, but in my heart, what I cherish the most is the back of one after another that you once left.

A gust of wind blew them all out, and your shadows came out one after another, one by one of my treasured pictures, changing with the wind, telling about the days that have gone away one after another. My thoughts are this gust of wind, he blows, with my faint breath, blowing through your clothes, your clothes fluttering, your hair fluttering, and your charming smile fluttering with the wind