It feels like something really inexplicable.
We passed each other by, leaving the other person in the distant years, unable to see or touch. Time gone by - how ironic.
So is it time or yourself that loses?
This journey of deep love and shallow love has not been easy until today. I gently pulled out my hand and said goodbye. I am really grateful to have you along the way.
Regarding this topic, what does it feel like to be non-toxic but inedible? It's like standing in front of you but separated by a pane of glass. You see the person inside smiling or crying. Even if you try your best, you can't break that pane of glass.
I have always wanted to take a bus, from the first stop to the last stop, then change to another bus, and then ride again, from more people to less people, from day to night, until I get back to where I started.
Isn't it true that they are like this? They have been riding buses throughout their lives and have seen countless sights, but there are fewer and fewer people on the bus. The other party just got off the bus halfway, but the scenery he had seen before was still in his heart.
After being bruised and bruised, it was finally time to give up.
Is that so?
Conception: