I have loved him for so many years, and I thought my love was a one-pointed, shameless love. But I didn't know that in those late nights, he thought of me and wrote on the paper "I am old because of you."
He is afraid that my love will fade away and I will regret the years I wasted. He is even more afraid that I will only focus on him and miss the beautiful scenery of life. He thought of thousands of options for me and opened up countless possibilities for me, but he ignored that for me, he is the best scenery in life.
We have finally missed it. Whether you are born and I am not born, or you are born and I am old, we have no results.
I am on the other side of the ocean. The seedlings of my longing are growing jointly. After years and months, I have nowhere to vent. I take root and sprout on my own. Day after day, I grow wildly and grow into an endless forest. I guard the boring world and cannot be happy. Even the wind is too lazy to pass by me.