Tonight, the moon is like a hook, the lonely light shines coldly, and the night is silent.
She and him were so far apart, looking at each other. It is joy and sorrow, reunion and parting.
Give me a reason and I'll let you go. The sound was like jade beads falling on a plate, clear and powerful.
He didn't notice the slightest trace of panic, the slightest tremor, or the slightest sadness.
When did it start? He deliberately shaped her to look like him. Cold, aloof, and unkind. She also did a great job and never let him down. But under the waning moon, her face looked pale and helpless.
You and I have never been on the same path. He said. Smiling eyes, cold lips, and a quiet voice.
She would not know the helplessness and vicissitudes behind his words. They are destined to go in opposite directions.
Sneer. Draw out a broken arc. Forgot again?
He and she have always been the difference between heaven and earth, clouds and mud.
He is her teacher, her friend, her relative, and also her enemy. But it was never her love.
He doesn't love her.
Then, when we meet again, we will be strangers.
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
The back is straight and the steps are steady.
In the dark night, he stared wantonly. The back gradually blurred. That man never looked back.
What kind of aloofness and low self-esteem caused them to miss him again and again.
Bow your head. He gently rubbed the snow-colored square scarf on his wrist.
Whispering. You are my twin tribulation.