You are my dream of worrying about gain and loss, and I am your dispensable person. This clear understanding made me finally learn to grow wings in pain. After you left, even your shadow became thin. Later, the wind from Nanshan scattered the grain piles, and the water from the North Sea submerged the tombstones - you see, all the phenomena in the world push people forward, and even sorrow has a time limit. Memories are a bridge, but they are a prison to loneliness. The most heartbreaking thing is that at an ordinary moment, I suddenly understood the turning point - it turns out that letting go is the last tenderness for each other.
Some goodbyes are said too softly, but they crush the entire past. What the wind blows away is not the past, but the temperature of walking side by side. I always thought that as long as I waited long enough, you would look back at me, but I waited day after day, year after year, but I never saw you. I am reluctant to throw away anything related to you. Even a small piece of paper is regarded as a treasure by me, because it is the only remaining connection between you and me. I often wonder if you are living well now, have you ever thought of me, and have you ever regretted leaving me for a moment.
Some feelings cannot be let go just by letting them go. They are like a thorn, piercing deeply into my heart. I cannot pull it out or swallow it. I work hard every day to live a happy life, but in the dead of night, the longings that have been suppressed in my heart surge out, leaving me breathless. After you left, I never loved anyone else, not because I couldn't forget you, but because I would never meet anyone like you again.
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