The moment our eyes met, I decided that he was the lover of my life. I stubbornly decided that I would not make any changes, even if those things had become the past... I lowered my eyelids in defeat and looked at the so-called past and the seemingly ambiguous passage of time. Butterflies flew across the sea, lingering until death. I still stood in the same place, silently reciting those familiar dialogues, memorizing them backwards and forwards. Life is a drama, everyone is the protagonist, but they will also be reduced to supporting roles, or directly eliminated. No regrets, no complaints.
I shed tears several times, wipe them gently, and feel the breeze. My heart has calmed down, my soul has settled, the waves are no longer there, my soul has wandered, and grace is hard to return. Silence is a good medicine, although it is bitter, but its curative effect is significant. Maybe love is just a matter of one person. Who I love has nothing to do with who. Who can respond to me with love, or can hug others. Maybe this is just one person's eternal life, one person's eternal love, one person's lovesickness.
I am willing to keep a quiet expression and a peaceful posture to cover up all my sadness and joy...