The wind that summer blew away our youth, and also blew away the person we didn't have time to embrace. We promised to see the beautiful scenery in the world together, but in the end we were in different cities, looking at the clouds separately. The missed opportunity is like a missed shooting star, beautiful but can no longer be touched. Those unfinished books and unfinished scenery will lose interest as time goes by. Later I realized that some farewells are the last time, and there is no chance to say goodbye properly.
Dreams that have not been realized in time are like kites with broken strings, disappearing into the vast sky. I thought the days would be long, but when I turned around, I was gone, and those unsaid words became an eternal secret. When I think about the hobbies I gave up for the sake of life, my heart is full of sadness, and I can never find my original love again. The gratitude that I didn't have time to express has accumulated over the years and turned into guilt in my heart. The train of youth whizzed past. I tried my best to catch up, but I still missed the train leading to my dream. My family members who did not have time to accompany me grew older slowly over time, but I missed too much of their lives.
I thought it was a short separation, but I didn't expect it to be a lifelong separation. The memories are full of regrets. The trees they planted together have flourished, but the people who planted them have long since separated. The party that they didn't have time to attend became a turning point in their friendship, and everyone drifted apart from then on. Those unresolved misunderstandings are like a gap between each other, which can no longer be crossed. The missed flowering period will bloom again next year, but it will no longer be the one in memory. The time when I didn't have time to love myself properly became an irreparable regret in my life.
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