The misty and rainy years have covered the ground with fallen flowers, and the vicissitudes of life have buried the loneliness of the past and present. The end of longing is sadness, the end of waiting is despair, the extreme prosperity is withering, once in the sea, suddenly loo

The misty years have soaked the ground with fallen flowers, and the vicissitudes of time have buried the loneliness of the past and present. The end of longing is sadness, the end of waiting is despair, the extreme prosperity is withering, once in the sea, suddenly looking back, it has changed into the human world. That love affair in the mortal world is a desolate dream that can never be salvaged in life. Some desolate pasts gradually become strangers in my memory, writing eternal sadness.

If it is not possible, then continuing to wave is just perfunctory. When happiness ends and indifference begins, there is no reason, no reason is needed, everyone obeys silently; the thin and transparent glass separates the two worlds, no one resists, no one escapes... My heart is broken without trace, I am moved to heaven It's touching but it can't move you.

We missed each other just by a glance. I regret that I let it go so easily. Now you are punishing me. Is it wrong to break up? After being separated for a thousand days, I look forward to meeting again every day. I'm afraid you'll find me first, but keep going straight. Heaven will help you hide, avoid me.

When you left, your eyes became foggy, and the corners of her eyes were filled with tears. The quieter the situation, the more intense the war. This is the Cold War and the harm done to each other - no matter how they are reconciled, those wounds once existed and cannot be erased.

Some text, very short and helpless! Waiting for your concern, waiting for me to close my heart. After walking the same street, I returned to two worlds. I was a little happy when I missed you, and a little sad when I was happy. The so-called most unforgettable thing is that I never think of you, but I will never forget you. Who takes whom seriously, who feels sorry for whom? Thank you for your unfeeling, letting me learn to give up. When the tears fall, I realize that separation is also another kind of understanding.