It Hurts Slightly, If Love Is Not Sad

In a city lined with steel and concrete, there is always an inexplicable loneliness. You never know what you will miss. All kinds of coincidences and misses about pursuits weave the melancholy and weakness in the urban jungle. I don't know who in this city will become the person who is longing for whom under the pen, and turn into songs on the desolate road of abandoning the city. You are the princess in the fairy tale I made up, but I am just a passing passerby in your life, destined to miss you from the beginning. Was it perfunctory from the beginning? Am I the only one still waiting... ........ Ye Zhiqiu stood on the side of the busy road and shouted: "Liu Xinyi, if I had never met you and fallen in love with you from the beginning, I might not know the feeling of pain. Then I would still be an obedient student. A person sitting in the study room of the library struggling to hold back his life. " Ye Zhiqiu said: "My time in college didn't teach me anything, but it taught me not to believe in fairy tales easily. ........ Liu Xinyi looked up at the direction where Ye Zhiqiu disappeared and thought: You are so stupid, always repeating some hurts, knowing clearly that there is no hope, but still stupidly expecting, until you are disappointed, expecting again, and then disappointed again... Liu Xinyi said: "Seeing him treat me well, the more I want to refuse... Every time I refuse, I comfort myself in my heart, rejecting you just because I am used to being alone. " He thought that at least once in college, he should forget himself for the person he likes, not asking for results, not asking for peers, not asking for what he had, or even asking you to love me, just asking for meeting you in my most beautiful years... She suddenly felt that my world was too quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle. After such reincarnation, it turns out that I have long been accustomed to the figure's unrelenting pursuit by my side... . . . . . .