Those lingering and pathos lines have been performed again and again in my life, burning all the bright happiness with its luxurious and passionate light.
Little do you know how much pain you have to endure behind a deep love.
Some love only lasts a moment.
As time goes by, the change of mind gradually loses its original appearance.
It turns out that our love is full of loopholes.
Our love is not a movie or a novel. It is not as tragic and perfect as the love written by Aunt Qiong Yao. Love in real life is always incomplete. What love can transcend time and space is just a reason for the creator to excuse himself and comfort himself.
Everything is at a loss.
Six years later, he is still waiting for me.
No way to face it.
Passed away like a man, time has ruthlessly carved a hidden wound on the track of memory. Those wounds are some sadness that seems insignificant to others but makes me heartbroken. Before I have time to reflect on the train of memory, I have already reached the wrong station.
In such a cruel era intertwined with divisions, who would easily mention the eternity of love?
Perhaps nothing in this world is eternal, and emotions are even more fragile.
If youth is the so-called mystery, and I cannot get out of the labyrinth arranged by God, I just enjoy the luxury and luxury of adolescence. Let the time spent far away burn.
Regarding emotions, there is no beginning or end, just like that year when we left decisively but had no way to say goodbye.