Dusk is the longing that overflows from the sea, and the stars are the love that cannot be hidden at night. Life is very dark, sorry, I don't have the light either. All untimely encounters are regrettable and heartbreaking. I wrote your name when the car windows were foggy that day. Later, the fog cleared and the name was blurred. You were gone and we couldn't go back.
Some stories are unfinished, so forget them. It seems like we shouldn't be like this, it's more than this, but it has to be this way. The past becomes a regret, maybe it will be remembered for a longer time. I'm sorry that I couldn't be your exception after all. People always have to say goodbye to things they can't hold. It is said that love cannot be obtained, but it seems that it has never been achieved. My joy is coming to an end. If I can see you again, then I believe I can stand far away.
My love hanging in mid-air cannot fly over thousands of mountains and rivers. Regret and youth are always tied together, and what you miss is not yours in the first place. I used my worries to brew a pot of farewell wine, drinking it in the rain and drifting on the other side of the mountain in the middle of the night. The biggest regret is not missing it, but not saying goodbye properly. The beginning of the story is extremely gentle, but the ending is not worthy of the whole beginning. Some people say that rain is the lingering of clouds, and some say that sunshine is the salvation of the sun falling, but no one says that I am your clouds and warm sun, maybe because you think I am not worthy.
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