The world is so big, but it is so similar. I really can't figure it out. There are so many similar stories in this world on the same day. I am a person who is easy to satisfy and touch. I don't want to ask for too much. I just want to keep the happiness that originally belonged to me. But it is such a small wish, from perfect to broken every moment, and then from broken to perfection. In such a cycle, my heart is old and I can't follow it anymore! Do modern people live in this binary model of hope-disappointment-hope?
I used to believe in love and believe in life. I once occupied the whole of my life and became the center of my life. I used to be sad because of someone’s sadness and happy because of someone’s happiness. When everything is lost, I realize that the more you value it, the faster you will lose it. The more you regard it as precious as your life, then your life will be as shallow as paper!
I am also deeply sympathizing with myself? Keep what you shouldn’t have to keep, lose what you don’t want to lose, keeping it too stupidly, losing it hurts too much, and spending it every day and night. When you close your eyes, you will always see your youth that has already faded and your lover who has long gone away. I stretched out my hand, I couldn't hold your hand, and even my face was blurred. The smile that once fascinated me, the face that once fascinated me, who else could let me carry her through a quiet time besides you? Who else makes me miss such pain?
Perhaps in the memory deep in the heart, love has long become a drifting past, and has long formed a glacier for thousands of years! But I am still imagining that one day when I am old, you will remember our past love from the bottom of your heart on the sunny days and walk through it again in the dim old eyes. What a luxury that would that be!
If I were asked to choose again, I would still devote myself to it. Although I know the ending hurts me, I have to do it for the happiness that was once within reach and not too far away. I really want to have it again.
