"If life is just like the first meeting, why do you have to paint a fan with a sad autumn wind? You will know the hearts of old friends at a loss, but you will change your hearts."
If people's hearts are not as good as flesh, they will not be so fickle. Every time you feel the throbbing of heartache, you will always silently abandon it. What did I do wrong? When did I care about the glitz of the world? How did my heart change as time goes by? Why is your heart always like tender grass? Why is your attitude not like your belief? Don’t you know that I have been waiting for you, my youth has been wasted and my ideals have been spent?
A person's years are always tormenting, stirring time, waiting for feelings, boiling in the dark night, evaporating in yesterday. Read the dialogues of the past more and add a bit of sadness. The face faded, and the clothes gradually became colder, leaving only a desolate thorn that made the old.
What should I use to commemorate this poison-like attachment? Passionate is always annoyed by ruthlessness, but now he has no worries about being embarrassed. He just treats it indifferently and continues to be sad. I am no longer in your heart, where is the way back again? It is better to die in the vastness and pass by with the wind...
The camp that I stick to was finally lost to time and distance. Will the injured place always be carved with the injured? Please give me a way to burn my heart and turn it into ashes.
