When did it start? The trembling obsession; that persistence is also a stubborn pursuit; that bitter smile, the sad softness, and the confused hesitation are all gone. What kind of things have changed? When will he look back at me, and when will I know his gaze? So, I kept moving forward, and when I reached the top, I licked my wounds carefully, and then looked down, with a victorious but sad taunt, making him look up at me. He could no longer forget me, so how could I feel lost? He was on another mountain peak, surrounded by left and right. When I looked back scarred, how could his eyes look at me with such vicissitudes of life?
What is love?
I stared at his figure walking further and further away, so determined that I turned around angrily, but couldn't help but burst into tears.
What is persistence?
I kept walking through the street intersections, and the raindrops fell, trying to pass through the glass windows and embrace the warm glass in the windows, but they were blocked, sad, and silently flowed back into the river...