Fireworks Shattered, Prosperous Red Makeup

It rained a little, so lightly that you had to look up to the sky to feel it, and you had to close your eyes to notice it. To be honest, this hustle and bustle of the city has really tarnished such a beautiful girl. The drizzle of whispers disappeared now. I still enjoy this feeling. His words are also kind, and his cry is also sad! This is true. Even for a moment, the beauty of the moment faded away. A little narcissistic, I still have some pursuits. But at this moment, everything seemed unmoved. At this moment, everything became relaxed, and there was an unprecedented sense of joy. It's been a tough journey. Hard journey. A journey that sees through human nature. Unfortunately, once you see through it, it may be over. But you finally saw it through, right? My eyes are as lonely as the moonlight, but actually I don't know where the moon is. Where? Remembering those is my persistence in waiting for you. No, maybe you are waiting for me too? I am still forcing a smile because of the lovely people who love me. I am still silent because of the warm people I love. Am I avoiding it, or avoiding it again? No, I need a little time, not a lot, but definitely. Otherwise I would be out of breath. Nothing has changed, it's just that I am slowly unable to integrate into the world that I once had. Or, what once belonged to you slowly disappears, slowly fades away! Everything is changing, it's just that I stupidly refuse to change what I already have. Or again, what has long since slipped away is still waiting and struggling! I still believe that 'it takes five hundred times of looking back at the past life to get the chance to pass by in this life'. I still believe that "the origin and destruction of everything has its own destiny". Me, still me! Or me? Maybe, These forgotten thoughts are just my thoughts that go back and forth in the vast river and sea. I am too imaginative. Or maybe, Behind all the laughter I was unhappy. Because I know how to forget. I know too many theories of happiness and pain but dare not touch the myriad worlds of great joy and great sorrow. Just keep it simple for me. There was a time when I didn't care what people said. Forget it, in this case, there is no need to care now. I think I'm right. Are you being conceited? No, talking to myself. In fact, it is good to be a little conceited. Love is as unpredictable as life, so if you love it, just love it. If you make a mistake, you are wrong. Right or wrong is no longer an issue now. It's love! I remember I once wrote, "The reason why I agree to love someone is because I want to love the world together, love the world together, and bear the pain of life together." Please allow me to write again. Today is different from the past. Because I want to say: bear the badness of life alone, not together. A few numbers and a few words can actually make me feel relieved. Install. I love you.