Recalling the past years
Time is the best antidote, forget the past and seal the past. Time is also the most painful scar. Accumulate all the pain together and then slowly tear it apart.
I don’t want to recall, I don’t want to touch those intermittent pictures. I was afraid that it would break when I touched it, and then I woke up from my dream.
, the memories are very warm and painful. Interweave all your thoughts into a net to capture those "beautiful" and "no good".
But, time is ruthless, tearing everything into pieces, let us turn back and slowly join in.
! At the moment of touching, I wanted to cry very much, and my heart seemed to be very painful, and tears would fall no matter when. Now I just want to pull all my memories out of my mind, just calm down in the darkness, listen to the whispers brought by the wind, look up at the stars like I did when I was a child, and look for my own stars.
I stroked my head and looked blankly, not knowing where to think of it.
Maybe it's too painful to face it.
Maybe it's too beautiful and I don't want to lose it.
people, that's it. What you get will lose.
There is gain and there will be losses, and there will be gains.
blame us for not working hard enough and not understanding the hidden answers of reality.
Yes, if possible, I would never wake up and keep pretending to go to bed.
But fate is unfair, and people are trying hard to tease the world.
is a teasing of fate, which makes us collide in this world and spark a spark.
is a teasing of fate, which makes us part in the heavy snow, and makes tears frozen into frost.
can't hold what you want, and leave a regret in your heart.
has something that has been cherished and suddenly lost.
Life is just like this! Fate is so generous and generous, it will only be constantly fiddled in our memories.
What time in memory took away and what stole it.
Time takes away our youth, but steals our memories. Let us not be prepared to write the past of the passing years.
Looking at the calming heart, slowly fading away from impetuousness. Feeling tears flowing out of the frame of eyes and staying on my face. It seemed that the whole person was very cold and tired and shrank in the corner. It seems that the answer in memory is forgotten in a corner, it is very cold, and it is a place that has been abandoned and sealed.
Perhaps the answer has long been deep in my heart, but it is covered up by my appearance, becoming an abandoned orphan.
Only after calming down did I realize that the direction of memory pursuit is the "me" in my heart. "I" is a waiter and an experienced person.
