Perhaps it is because a person has been alone for a long time and lives more or less in his own world. Sometimes a person or something makes me inexplicably happy, and sometimes a scene makes me sad. Under the moonlight, a person drags his own shadow walking on campus. He will always be with me, just like my loneliness. Looking at the flowers all over the ground that have fallen into the ground, I can't help but feel a little regretful. But maybe the falling flowers are not ruthless, they call for summer and awaken the blooming of the whole life. And why are my flowers withering in this season, but not blooming with love?
The moonlight was dim, maybe it was also sympathizing with the plight of the young man. Picking up a wisp of lovesickness, sadness gradually poured into my heart. The past unfolds slowly like an ancient picture scroll, and the scenes are clearly displayed in the mind. How many sleepless nights have I heard the sound of tapping on the keyboard? Although the distance is far, there are only two voices under the vast sky. Do you still feel that it is far away? How many times have I walked on the playground listening to your voice, walking in the snow together, not in the same city, but in the same snow. The temperature of your fingertips melted the light snow and clearly appeared three words, which you foolishly thought would also appear in your heart. How many times have I looked at the young couples walking by and imagined that they were us. The end of prosperity is ultimately a dream, and waking up from a dream is ultimately in vain.
Fate is such a weird thing. It was so quiet when it came, and it was so hurried when it left. I once really believed in fate, which allowed you and me to meet, fall in love, and fall in love with each other thousands of miles apart. You came and gave my world more light, no more darkness and desolation; more warmth, no more indifference and ruthlessness. Your words and smile make me fearless. Thank God for loving me, but before I could react, he quietly took everything away from me. What is left is not only the darkness and desolation of the past, but also endless pain and emptiness.
Looking at your leaving figure, I don’t have a word to hold you back, but more of a blessing to you. Maybe you belong to the clouds in the sky, because you are the purest and freest. My retention makes you fly slower and more tired. It was my promise to you to make you the happiest person in the world. Let you fly and find the place that belongs to you. Fly to a place where flowers are blooming, where there is happiness. Bless you!
Many years later, I will always remember the path we have walked hand in hand, even if I get older. When the prosperity is gone, it is ultimately empty, just like my youth.
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