Love to Meet Rival

There are large expanses of floating clouds moving rapidly over the city, and from time to time a flock of birds flies across the sky. Those tiny silhouettes are captured in time by the steel wire hanging down from the balcony next door, like sad notes, playing with the heartstrings of a lost lover. I feel that this scene is so familiar. On a certain day of the previous year, in the same world, you held my hand and coaxed me and said: The two of us are happy. The sky at that moment was so beautiful, like a beautiful glass ball, reflecting the shadow of my lover, intertwining time. But now, I hold an umbrella alone and listen to that lonely song, sit alone in a cinema full of couples and watch a movie, go shopping alone and cross the street with a lot of things, cry and laugh alone while sitting in a coffee shop chattering about memories, and eating the usual afternoon tea for two, as if I am eating away the memories and disappearing little by little. Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun is setting. Xia Yu told a story: Once upon a time, there was a scholar who agreed to marry his fiancée. But on that day, his fiancée married someone else. The scholar was heartbroken and couldn't afford to fall ill. At this time, a wandering monk passed by and gave the scholar a mirror to show him his fiancée's previous life. From the mirror, the scholar saw the vast sea and a murdered woman lying naked on the beach. A person passing by looked at her, shook his head and left. Another person passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's body, and left. Another passerby came over, dug a hole, and carefully buried the body. The monk said to the scholar: "You are the second person who passed by and got it." I thought you were at least the one who gave me the clothes, but I didn't expect that you only glanced at me. Please be kind, no matter how indifferent the world is.