On that phone call last year, we talked for more than two hours, as if we wanted to finish talking about this life. Because for the rest of our lives, we have to be dumb about our past love.
I never knew missing someone could be so painful.
There will never be a time like this again. Time engraved a person's name into my heart, but in the end, I saw the devastation all over the ground. I once thought that we would walk through the bleak places in life together and overcome the barriers of thousands of rivers and mountains. Now, the old love is like a misty moon. Looking back suddenly, after all, it was just a dim light.
I always thought that memories never grow old. So I love you with joy.
But our love has become too late after several separations and separations.
There is probably nothing left to say, and all that needs to be said has been said. I can neither be the bright white moonlight in front of your window nor the cinnabar mole on your chest. I know that from now on, I will lose you forever.