[First] Guarantee here!
There is absolutely no abandonment of my writing! ! !
Sorry,
our story,
That's how it ended.
Looking back again,
Only the withered beauty remains.
That's right,
Our plot,
It became calm just like that.
Just don't stop anymore,
At least, remember with a smile.
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The wind passes without leaving a trace.
——Yes, our past is gone like this.
The rain falls silently.
——Yes, our beauty disappears like this.
Never... Can come back.
I remember that I also stopped and looked back, wanting to hold on to the remaining happiness.
I will never forget that you also made a wish and opened your lips, wanting to leave the last tenderness.
But everything just slipped away quietly——
Now that they have been separated, there is no talk of retaining them.
I raced desperately against my destiny, and there was no time to regret.
I forgot about my struggle with reality and had no time to reflect.
So, finally, we have it and let it go.
In a hurry, in a hurry.
From start to finish.
Too fast, too fast.
Unbelievably fast;
So fast that we won't even remember shedding tears.
Since it is destined to have no ending, there is no need to talk about the everlasting oath of eternal love;
Since you are destined to miss it in the end, don't mention the flowers before the moon and the unswerving determination.
So we complain about fate and God.
But, sh--
Remember, God is just a spectator.
He looked at us, and we did not know how to cherish our own destiny.
He watches, and we blame ourselves for the fault of an innocent God.
Then, heartache.
In this way.
Isn't it ridiculous?
If only, I could stand at the top of youth and look down at the ignorant past.
If I could walk through the long river of life and look back at my innocent youth.
If only, I could climb to the peak of life and look far away at the warm past.
Then, reincarnation.
Endless.
Will it really work?
Perhaps, the song ends and everyone disperses.
So, where is the beauty?
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Humans are born from human beings.
Demon, he was born of a demon.
The author is the author's mother.
This article is the fucking birth of this article... [Go to hell!
This article was written by my great author! !
There's nothing I can't write, nothing I can't imagine. MS is down
There is nothing I can't think of, but I can't write about it!
Keep 'writing'! Never stop "writing"! [Sounds like "Never Stop Bleeding"]
Special "writing", it feels like flying!
Come on, come on~ give me a close-up first!