In the dead of night, the moonlight filled the empty room, but the tenderness in the corner of my heart could not be filled. The coffee on the street corner is still warm, but the person sitting across from me is no longer the same person as you once were. All that remains is the warmth of memories. The rain falls silently, but every drop hits the heart, just like those unfinished words and the past that can never be returned. Walking through a familiar street, the wind blew by, taking away your breath, but leaving endless thoughts, allowing me to savor this loneliness alone. Gently hold up the past that has been ground into sand, and they will eventually mold into your tough and beautiful appearance in the wind of time.
There is a lot of unknown sadness hidden behind the smile, just like the brightest star in the night sky, it is actually a lonely watcher. Memories are a book that I can't bear to read. Every time I turn a page, my heart hurts like a knife, but I still can't help but touch it. The fireworks are gorgeous, but they can't reflect your appearance. It turns out that the deepest regret is that I couldn't even say goodbye. Time flies by and takes away so much youth, but it cannot take away the longing that goes deep into the bone marrow, it follows you like a shadow. In this long dark night, I learned to talk to myself, but found that the person who understood me best was no longer around.
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