Dripping Mo City Sorrow

Old friends, past events, memories, fleeting years... Whenever these strings of words about time appear in front of my eyes, my heart will feel a tingling feeling that I can't explain. The unknown sadness is like a sudden cold wind, sweeping away the remaining warmth in my heart. The empty heart needs to absorb a trace of warmth from the past in order to live peacefully. I know that in everyone's heart, there is a beautiful but gone time. Whenever I think about it in the dead of night, my heart is still as throbbing as before. That period of time was filled with the fragrance of ink, made the story warm and sad, and made the beginning of sadness and joy. The stories you write always contain the past of your encounters. In the past, pages of memories were opened, and grains of dust blurred the eyes. The blue memories frowned slightly, and the first years were scattered, stranded in the first time. I have loved and laughed at the past, the old light with fragrant grass and trees, the young man in white as smooth as the wind, the unfinished dream, only leaving the song. At the next intersection, I wish I could meet you on the corner street, and let me meet you in the most beautiful years of my youth... Xia Xingmu loved Cheng Zimo so clearly, but Cheng Zimo could not see it clearly at that time. Cheng Zimo loved Xia Xingmu so carefully, but Xia Xingmu at that time could never believe it. It was not until the end that Xia Xingmu understood. It turned out that it was because of the passing years that he forgot to say that we once loved each other. Some people say that love is either missed or wrong. You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me happy, you let me know what heartache is, you make me give all my tears to you, you make me learn to look up, look at the sky and count the stars every time I think of you. I love you, this is my password, I am willing to keep it secret for the rest of my life. In this reincarnation, you are my countless sorrows. Because I love you, I will always look at your back, no matter if you go away or stop, no matter if you walk gracefully or in embarrassment, because not disturbing you is the only tenderness I can give you. Our story finally comes to an end...