How can I find the lost years back? Your smile is still lingering in my memory.
One day when you think of me, time has settled all the mistakes, and you have learned not to ask why. Until one day, when you start to be stingy in the face of love, will you miss the original passion? They went through twists and turns along the way, until one day, they chose someone to help each other.
There is a habit that can disappear. I don't know from which day this habit completely disappeared and never came back. When we meet in a sea of people, how many times do we pass each other and how many do we miss? Coming in a hurry, leaving in a hurry, and ultimately not knowing the way back. Unknowingly, I promised to wait for a reunion as pear blossoms as snow, but in the end, in the cycle of time, the youthful appearance gradually disappeared. But where is the person who promised to wait now? You obviously want to cry, but you're still laughing; you obviously care, but you pretend it doesn't matter; you know you're in pain, but you say you're happy; you know you can't forget it, but you say you've forgotten it.
Memories are like an old song record on an old gramophone, covered in dust and scars. Babbling, babbling, babbling, babbling, it seems to be talking about the desolation of life that is shattered from ordinary times, and it is like reading through the endless vicissitudes of time. When I miss you, I look through old chat history and look at old photos with you. I know people can't always be pretentious, but I never thought that our relationship would become like it is now, as if we are very familiar but never in contact. It was always so beautiful at the beginning that I couldn't get out.
Looking back at the fleeting years, who can understand the loneliness and paleness behind the waiting? Every time I despair while waiting, I escape from despair, I don't want to take away the attachment, I don't want to take away the sadness, I wander in the night sky, hold the sky in my hand, where should my heart live? However, time flies so fast, before I have time to hug you, we are separated by the world! Memories are always pale and weak; reality is always cruel and helpless.
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