This journey has brought the story to its end
No exclamations, no questions
If I weren't so resolute, if I called out your name
And broke the silence between us, should I say I'm sorry or that I got what I wanted?
I watch you from afar, keeping a safe distance
Yet a voice inside me struggles to get out
I can't tell from your eyes whether you've found someone new
That trace of melancholy stings, something I can't forget
I convince myself that you'd be better off without me
Maybe you've already let it all go, seeing me as a thing of the past
Is it that I can't let go, or do I still love you?
After we say goodbye, let it all drift away with the wind (Remember how much I once loved you)
This is too delicate. There was just one thing wrong. When Liang Bing read the letter and wanted to call Spring, he entered the phone number directly, not the current address book. I have a guess. Either he has a very good memory and is still impressed by a phone number he hasn't called in a year. Or, he has hesitated countless times in the past year, picked it up and put it down countless times, and finally made this number become the most familiar and unfamiliar number.
This pair has always been my favorite Bai Yueguang. I didn't expect to see this article. Thank you author.
I searched for it for a long time and was moved to tears