I thought I finally stopped missing him, I thought I had learned to be strong, I thought I would be happier if I left those past behind. I thought I could smile and say: I am not sad. If my eyes meet water, they will eventually turn into tears. Then I would rather close my eyes, so that the water is still water. It's just that it's no longer in my eyes. But in my heart, am I the one with the eyes closed, stubbornly thinking that I can escape from my eyes, stubbornly thinking that I can escape from tears? But I forgot that these tears have already flowed in my heart... I once loved you, and the love has not disappeared in my heart. But I said, I will not mention it to you again. I won't bother you again. Just let it sit in the deepest part of my heart... May God keep you happy! Because another woman loves you just like me... In reality, people who are lovelorn cannot listen to anything. They can only find something that resonates with them, or meet the person in their next life. Maybe we can let ourselves forget that heartbreaking journey and be our true selves... Indeed, we are not gods! I can't guess the ending of love... There is a kind of love called love that cannot be loved! It only takes one second to turn around. But it will take a lifetime to forget...
I can face and accept it calmly when you turn around and leave
Go to the end of my sight...
I carefully embed you in a teardrop
Like amber after a thousand years
If there is an afterlife
I will travel through thousands of mountains and rivers
Looking for this ancient only
Wear it on your chest
So I didn't dare to bow my head
Afraid of those tears falling
Broken you, shattered my thousand-year dream!!!
Reader comments
Professor, Xiao Ha definitely did this on purpose. It would be best for him to be confined in the cellar until seventh grade!
There are so many articles on the Internet, but this kind of poem is as quiet as a poem and I can read it with my heart. Every word is full of stories.
Professor, Xiao Ha definitely did this on purpose. It would be best for him to be confined in the cellar until seventh grade!
There are so many articles on the Internet, but this kind of poem is as quiet as a poem and I can read it with my heart. Every word is full of stories.