If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old. If the moon has no hatred, it will grow round.
I once thought that if I continued to live my ordinary life, be a happy girl, finish my high school studies honestly, get into college with excellent grades, enjoy the freedom for the rest of my life, find a man to be with me, grow old quietly in the torrent of time, watch my children and grandchildren, enjoy family happiness, and then close my eyes happily.
No one will remember me, and I don't expect anything. At least I will be happy in this life.
All this is just a hypothesis, and I am destined not to be a smooth person. Looking at the phone with a white screen, I will not throw it away with disdain. Instead, I will let my curiosity drive me and press down on the future that does not belong to me.
I always thought I was invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, until I met you.
Your eyes were once blazing. Even after hundreds of millions of years and vicissitudes of life, you have become a speck of dust in the vast world of mortals. I will still hold you in my hands. You are mine and cannot belong to anyone else. It is impossible. You are mine. In this life, the next life, and the next life, you must choose to stay with me, you know.
My eyes were wet, and tears were like mist blocking thousands of years of disturbances. I had a slight smile on my lips, but I could never forget the disgusting words you said.