It's raining in Beijing. It rarely rains. I'm walking alone on the slightly wet streets. There is a fresh smell after the rain in the air. I don't know what to think, and my mind is in a vacuum. . . Suddenly there was a burst of cake aroma, which brought me back to the human world. It has been cloudy for several days, and my mood has been at the bottom of the valley, without much ups and downs. I have been thinking, what is life? But there is no answer. Maybe compared with others, I am happy, but who defines happiness and misfortune?
I thought I was mentally prepared enough, but the moment I saw you, I still felt hurt. Since we have to deliberately keep a distance, then why bother to meet each other? Since we are destined to never return to the position of good friends, then. Why bother pretending as if nothing happened?
Without you, I can still recall the beautiful moments between us. Without you, I can still think of your tenderness. Without you, I can still remember your kindness. But now, how can I not blame you?
It would be great if everything could be as seamless as deleting information without leaving a trace. . .
To you, everything seems to have never happened. However, I am no longer the same person. I once thought that I was free and easy enough and could wave my sleeves without taking away a cloud. Now think about it, that kind of state of mind is really unattainable.
Since there is no fate, why should we make an oath? All yesterday's events are like water without a trace. . .