Only you can always find the wrong emotions and hidden thoughts in my few words. There is no distinction between pain and joy in all things in the world. When you create something, it is bitter, when you wish for it, it is joy; when it happens, it is bitter, and when you think about it, it is joy. On such a summer night, in the small town by the Yangtze River, there were lights in the distance, three or two bands playing music from the 1980s, and the warm and humid wind blew over my family and me. All the worries of the day were drowned in the river. Some people appear to be cold and powerful, but in fact they are cheering them up behind their backs. Everything is ready, all I owe is you. Maybe I was just an option after he was tired of looking for it.
I want to remember this hour and a half drive, I want to remember every red light and bump, I want to remember the temperature of your arms. I even hope that the journey will become longer, the sky will get darker, and the rain will pour down, so that I can spend another night with you. I want to hide away in the days of late autumn and early winter, wear a warm sweater and a soft scarf, and be as lazy as the first sip of plum wine. A heavy rain makes summer seem far away, and those expectations before summer seem to gradually dissipate with the heat. I like good-looking people, but I prefer to stay with comfortable people. As for annoying people and things, just be satisfied if you can avoid them.
Every time I think about the life I had with you, sometimes it feels like it was just a moment ago, and sometimes it feels like it was before the Middle Ages. The difference between you and others is that my liking for other people is conditional. They either make me feel happy, or they only let me see the side I like. And loving you is unconditional. Just stay there and do nothing, and I will love you as you are. Compared with keeping secrets, I feel more difficult to express my thoughts. If I fall in love with someone again, then I will only become softer instead of constantly compromising for him.
I like you, so there is another kind of love and some desires in my life. I move forward with this love, for fear that my desires will fail. Walking along the street with the one you like, the evening breeze is gentle, the lights are gentle, and the hustle and bustle of the city is gentle. Speaking of which, life has not given me a so-called blow. The days passed smoothly day by day, but I became more and more restless. Later I realized it was the fear of growing up. I am not ready for the responsibilities and responsibilities that adults should have. Walking along the street with the one you like, the evening breeze is gentle, the lights are gentle, and the hustle and bustle of the city is gentle.
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