"Who doesn't have it? Old illnesses, hidden dangers, people who can't let go, things they are obsessed with."
The past rushes past like a river, and the water splashing on the shore corrodes memories like sulfuric acid, making me miserable.
What can be taken away is sand, and what cannot be taken away is solid rock, which is firmly rooted in the soil and cannot be washed away by water or blown by wind.
Many of the grudges are actually because we are still at an age where we dare to love and hate. Either we will be together forever, or we will fight to the death, but they are just children who hold grudges. If you slap me, I will knock out one of your teeth. But as time passes and that age passes, feelings like "never forget" and "unforgettable" rarely appear in the diary. Children's compositions are always lyrical, parallel, personification, and metaphor. Adults' stories are generally anecdotes. There will be no crying or shouting, ups and downs of landslides, only trivial matters that are neither salty nor bland, and sunny and rolling clouds on rainy days.
But even so, I still don't want to forget that at that age, I once met you, fell in love with you, and owned you. Even if you bring me pain, despair and destruction.
They often say, if a person wants to leave, don't keep him. You can't really keep someone who wants to leave you. But I can't tell the difference. You said you loved me, but you never looked back.
If I use your life and death to decide my life and death, then I either hate you very much or love you very much.
Intention: Leaving is for a better reunion