I stood at the intersection closest to you, but even the wind persuaded me not to wait any longer. You are the spring, summer, autumn and winter that I have locked in my diary. I don't dare to flip through it, and I am afraid of getting dusty. I practiced smiling in the crowd, but drowned in the sea of silence late at night. The streetlight stretches the shadow very long, long enough to touch the direction you no longer look back. Time has taken away so much, but left only fragments of memories. Fallen leaves and wind are not destined to be together. It is autumn that makes them embrace each other and then separates them with their own hands. The moonlight exposed my thoughts on my pillow, and when I woke up, I was left with only wrinkled regrets. Everything we meet is God's will, everything we have is luck. Don't talk about debts, just be grateful for meeting us. It's not that no one is good enough, it's just that the time is unlucky. Let the past be written off. I wish you all to be well. People always need to calm down, live a quiet and introspective day, and calm themselves down. There are some things that I can figure out and accept, but I'm still very sad. I don't know what's wrong with me. This sudden sense of loss caught me off guard.
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