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Life is short, if you can't wait, don't wait. It's time Creator, high-quality creator Have you always imagined that this day, that person will suddenly send you a message, with only six words in the message: Let's be together. You always thought that he would be like this, and you always counted the days over and over again, day after day, month after month, but there was no movement from him, and your heart slowly collapsed. However, people's consciousness of autonomy is always biased towards the good side. You always think about, what if? What if your companionship breaks his wall, what if your companionship melts his heart, what if one day he can see your tenderness and consideration, what if one day he really sends these 6 words, what if he doesn't receive it? Therefore, you have been waiting for him. He will always be pinned to the top of your phone, and his message ringtone will always be his most unique. Whether on the phone or in real life, he is your "special one". However, what you wanted never happened. You were always the one taking the initiative in the dialogue between you, and he never came to you once. Don't be stupid, the network now has 5G. If you send your message, he will receive it in a second. If he doesn't reply to you, he feels that there is no need to reply to you. Everyone knows it well. He has actually understood the feelings you are sending out for a long time, but he pretends not to understand and is slow. He just doesn't want to tell you that he has no feelings for you. If he really cares about you

We all have shortcomings, So help each other a little bit. We all have flaws, So be tolerant of each other. We all have strengths, So appreciate each other a little bit. We all have weaknesses, So encourage each other a little bit. We all have difficulties, So be responsible for each other. We are all confused, So remind each other a little bit. We all have personalities, So be humble to each other. We all have differences, So accept each other a little bit. We all have sadness, So comfort each other. We all have happiness, So share a little bit with each other. , Setting sun, autumn rain, deep mountain silence, use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion. I am still young, and my time is spent. Who made the strings break, the flowers fall on my shoulders, and I am confused. So many beautiful faces, so many lovesickness, only the blood is stained with ink and fragrance, and we cry in the grave. Let him be pure in everything, and fall into reincarnation with a smile for you. I send you a song, no matter how many people gather at the end of the song. Who said that the smoke will burn away, and the ties of vertical and horizontal relationships will be scattered. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it. In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang in the morning and played in the night, and on them there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the country and the city. Waiting for the floating waves to grow. Years later, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, the light is easy to turn, and the floating life has come to an end. There is something that cannot be forgotten. Peach leaves are connected to peach leaves, and peach trees are connected to peach roots. Compassion for these two pleasures only makes me diligent. Peach leaves recombine with peach leaves, and there is no need for thorns to cross the river. But there is no suffering, I welcome you to get what you love and not get it. Before it blooms, it withers. The remaining red leaves behind me are flying like rain, mourning for whom my unfinished love remains. Because we are walking on the same road.

You are not my pillow person, but you are the person I love most in my life. Life is like this. You must learn to enjoy everything on your own through experience. You are born strong. You are not born positive and optimistic, but you have to be independent. You are used to choosing to pretend. In fact, not all grievances and pains need to be told to others. As long as you know that some tears are only understood by you and no one else's, and no one knows who's suffering. Others will never truly feel the same. I am an emotional author, and I naturally shoulder the responsibility of answering readers' questions and explaining their emotional confusion. However, if you can't think clearly about this problem yourself, why should you serve readers?