You talk nonsense. I go with the flow. Without commitment, separation is doomed. Promises are nothing but self-deception. An uncertain gamble. Commonplace. Too flippant. As I thought, the splendor in light years. But it just passed by in a hurry.
I'm just a clown. Performing such a play with passion. In the end, he became a laughingstock. Why are you afraid of it? We stand in two different worlds. Even if they are parallel, they are destined to have no intersection. We just ran into each other. What is the ending? If so, then we will pay it with love.
Part ways. Passers-by A and B. Some endings are already determined. Some people cannot be saved. Some stories are slowly forgotten. Time slowly eats away at your memory. Boiling. Hustle. Then still. It's just me, feeling lonely for a while. Leaving a long shadow. There is also a feeling of loneliness.
I said, you are the best encounter I have ever had. The deadline is, so far. Things change. Things are different and people are different. You are still you. I'm just me. But there is no more us. Those lingering love words. Those wordless endings. I am still a stone. I have not experienced love or been carved, so I cannot become jade.
The music stops. Chaos. Thousands of thoughts. Is it a dream or a disaster. But, who is that you?
When the flowers on the other side bloom, be silent for the next reincarnation
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