There are thousands of reasons for breaking up, and thousands of people fall out of love every day.
But I only have one. On October 22, 2016, Wang Li and I broke up.
You believe in love, you have love. But maybe occasionally love is lost.
I once thought I could die for love, but now it seems I'm not that kind. I can only compromise, be submissive and cowardly, believing that taking a step back will lead to a brighter future. I can leave my favorite Beijing for love. I once thought I would live here for the rest of my life and take root in this land with my dreams and love.
There's only so much I can do for love, and even to this extent it's like putting a needle in the most painful place in my heart.
Wang Li and I originally lived well in the pond. The loach was ugly but could say happy words, the toad was sloppy but interesting, the snail was a gentle autistic, and the little crucian carp was their common goddess.
One day I heard that rivers, lakes and seas must be bigger and better.
We jumped out and met beautiful dolphins, majestic beluga whales, and graceful tropical fish. They were all really good.
Just occasionally, you feel that the world is empty and life is salty. You finally returned to the pond without waiting for me, but I couldn't go back at all.