Love and miss that can’t be erased

A lot of love, a lot of melancholy, not thinking about it, unforgettable

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The world is raining, the dream is still there, I can't bear to look back, the memory stays in that moment, and the song ends. The bustling streets, melancholy feelings, and cold sadness make me feel so lonely in the world. The rain dripped dripping into the soul, feeling the refreshing silk, but it could not wash away the deep pain in my heart. Looking up at the sky at 45 angles, as if all this is a rainy world, as if telling me that no matter how lonely the world is, there is still your company. This is what you said to me, but time has passed, because you have already left, Leaving the city where I met and sad.

Rain is also in a hurry, people are also in a hurry, looking back to her has become empty. Do you still remember that lonely dusk, there was a stay for you. The gray sky, the gray dream, the sadness that blows down the ground with the mixed cool breeze, how many stories pull Acacia, how many hearts are annihilated by longing, but not every love needs to "see her thousands of times in the crowd- -Suddenly looking back, that person is struggling to search for the dim light.

The sky is pale ink, stars twinkling, shooting stars passing by, whoever thinks of who, who forgets who; the world is huge and time is long, in the end, no one will be who. . . . . .

The night sky is accompanied by the stars, and the stars are accompanied by the moon, but whose company I have! I am accustomed to loneliness by loneliness. Looking at the moonlight carefully, everything is bright and well, and there is no trace of the fireworks. What you see, you can’t see, the wind blows gently and disappears in an instant; what you remember is forgotten, leaving only a slightly swaying shadow of a blurred tree. Does the invisible mean not exist? Maybe it’s just covered by thick clouds, maybe the wind and sand fly into my eyes, I see you, but still feel warm; remember, will it never be forgotten, I guard the bubble-like fragile dreams, bright and beautiful has just begun, sad But it has already lurked here. A good memory is like letting go of a past disappointment. We don’t know how many moons as bright as last night have been missed in our lives!

With the falling red leaves, you disappear at the end of the night, and the wind pales in the night, leaving only silent waiting. If time changes, the world darkens, and the lights of the entire city are closed, when you can't see me, can I say "I love you" to you. Not forgetting the most hurtful thing, waiting in the corner of the world, only open for you, in my eighteen years of life, this is the kindest, the most sad, and the most sure thing, but I missed you.

The faint fragrance of tea spreads slowly with the ripples of thoughts, drinking a cup of bitter tea, warming the body temperature, it is bitter, but bitter for a while, not for a lifetime; memories are sweet, and sweet is not for a while, but for a lifetime . In the world of love, there is no one who is sorry, there are always others who don’t know how to cherish. The night is deep, people are quiet, but the heart is so sad, is it the loneliness of the night or the yearning of the wind? Listen, who is playing the ancient song; listening, the letter is crying there; listening, who is telling the old story.

It is better to miss each other than to miss each other, and to forget each other in the world, I still can't forget your smile, your beauty, you are my inseparable embrace. I know that you are walking leisurely in my chest, but you are not willing to touch it easily, falling into the warmth of my heart. With the passage of time, the long river of time will eventually separate us in two places far away, until we can't see each other's faces, until I call you, but you can't hear them. Nowadays, although those beautiful flowers are the flowers on the other side, the warmth and beauty that time can't change are still being blown to us over the years.

Before the years, it was your face; after the years, you were gone. Please allow me to remember again, the time I spent with you, dedicated to her——

The tranquility of the lake is the longing of tears.

The words are my alternative confession.

Waiting is my destiny.

In the night, in the day.

Flicked quickly across my sad cheeks,

The feathery breeze always misses the longing confession.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, this is a memory of no one's sadness. The sun is still warm, the sky is still blue, the spring flowers bloom and the autumn leaves cool and the grass withers. All I have is a heartache and a sad ending. Thinking of you may be a day, maybe a year, maybe some fragments of life; thinking about you may be a moment, maybe a lifetime, maybe a broken love poem, maybe. . . Only when this person disappeared. Her beauty will become more thrilling day by day, making people miss heartbreakingly. Some people you watch for a lifetime but ignore it for a lifetime; some people glance at it but miss it for a lifetime. Loving you is only a minute, loving you is only a second, but a night of tossing and turning, love you, why do you want to hope for the next life, as long as this life is forever, as long as you remember this moment, loving you is the best thing I have ever done in this life.

Next season, I will come here to wait for you again. Let's not miss it again. This is our blooming season, and our youth is in it. Remember, see you there or leave.