The sun was scorching when you came, maybe it was fate that held you back
Sir, Zhan Xinjia.
Summer is coming again, years are changing, how are you doing recently? To this day, I am considering writing a letter for you, even though it will definitely never reach your hands. It is already winter, but I still have too many words buried in my heart that I have never been able to tell you.
Sir, when you came, it was windy and rainy, and the scorching sun was not yet hidden. Perhaps it was fate that led me to stay. So I fell into waiting. I once watched the life of autumn fade away, and watched the wild geese fly on the branches and give birth to new life. I walked from one early summer to another, only to wait for a long-lost meeting. I was alone, willingly, but we met in the passionate and fickle early summer, and it was fate that taught us to separate.
Sir, love will eventually disappear like the sunset in the fading memory of a young man.
I always give you roses when we meet each other. I am addicted to your arms with your unique body fragrance. It is nothing more than wishful thinking and ignorance of destiny. I often remember that your hesitation and confusion are nothing more than expectations and concerns. From then on, everything becomes clear, and countless moments give you and my heart the definition of love. The scene of that night was like a frame from a movie, but I only remembered the green everywhere behind the chair and your dark eyes. I don't think there will be any miracles like drowning in lack of oxygen.
Sir, I am not acting on a whim.
I just know that parting came without any warning, and I will cherish your last message in hindsight. Regret spreads and emotions surge.
Sir, when I meet you, I seem to have been ill for a long time.
Later, your shadow was all around me.
And I started to prefer pain. I read You Said Forever again late at night, immersed in the real pain in my heart, and briefly found the ethereal sense of security. Sir, do you remember, you never said goodbye to me.
Sir, the loss of contact for nearly a hundred days has made my heart no longer ups and downs. Nine thousand one hundred and twenty hours, five hundred and forty-seven thousand two hundred minutes, too long. It has been so long that I have almost forgotten everything about you, so long that I have almost forgotten your facial features. In fact, I have already thrown away everything about you, so the only way I can see you is in reminiscence. Time has truly and simply turned into a blunt instrument, cutting off my true feelings inch by inch. So the sourness turned into clouds and rained, the pain thundered, and a hurricane blew up in my world, blowing away the expectations I had thought about thousands of times. You said that if we really broke up, you would pray for me again. Now we are even, but the cold winter has not passed and the light summer has not arrived, and regrets arise again.
Sir, I hope we will never meet again in the future.
Purpose: campus