This love, I will hide it deeply in the fleeting years

If, love, becomes a hindrance, perhaps, we really come to an end. Looking at the ambiguity between you and him, I know that this heart has long been scattered. No matter how hard I try, I can no longer piece together the original integrity.

Looking back on the hesitation along the way, we have experienced too many joys and sorrows and never thought that the enviable emotion would come to the day of farewell. Sometimes, your scoundrel, your free and easy, your bizarre words, let me off guard, and these are the only memories you leave me.

I know that even if we turn the clock back again, our ending will end as hastily as it is now. Because, as you said, there is no feast that never ends, not to mention two people who have nothing to do with each other. Perhaps, what I can do is to cherish it when we meet, gently say goodbye when we leave, and then wave to each other and turn around forever.

I can't remember how long we've known each other, and it feels like we've been friends for a hundred years, and it's just a quick glance. Perhaps, life is like this! From acquaintance to acquaintance, from love to separation, seems to be just a long-lost dream, wake up, people scattered, the building is also empty.

In the world of mortals, perhaps only passers-by are the ultimate destination for each other. This earthly reincarnation, I pass you, you pass me, come and go, stop-and-go, at the end of the story, we left nothing, took nothing away, as if we had never come to this world. Fantasy life, alive, may be just a flesh-and-blood process, God let us hurt each other, just to be able to remember each other, even if we never meet, it is better to never meet.

Originally thought, this life will not be so desperate to love a person, when you appear foolishly, but virtually let me lose myself. In the twinkling of an eye, it has been five years, and I have never smiled so knowingly. Somehow, in the world with you, my heaven seems to have returned to its original appearance.

Every day and you coquettish, and you poor mouth, listen to you insult me, listen to you scold me, it seems that all these unconsciously, has become a part of my life. Do you know? Only in such an atmosphere can I feel your concern, and only in the words of your rogue Blessed one can I feel full of happiness.

Perhaps, all the good things are short-lived, and finally, this day has come. I know that from the moment I fell in love with you, I predicted the end. Although I am powerless to change it, the only thing I can do is to let it come later. However, this scene is too sudden, I have not had time to prepare, you slowly alienated, slowly snub, I have lost the original reserve.

Maybe, as you said, I don't know about love at all, and I'm not qualified to love. I understand that a person who has been scarred has already lost the right to love, so every humble retention has become a reason for your blasphemy. Fool, maybe you will never know that the day to get along with you is the most gorgeous eternity in my life, even if it is brilliant so short, but it is precious that I have never had.

I know that every time you say it, it has nothing to do with me. Looking at those cold words, I can not help but jealous, will be inexplicably random, and then, waves of pain, waves of raging. Do you understand? Many times, how much I hope that you can have a word to say is me, maybe in this way, my heart will not be so difficult to calm down.

Looking at you and him ambiguous as weaving, those gentle words, like a needle, in the softest place in my heart to take root, a needle into the heart, that is I can never feel your warmth, but now it has become the source of my tears.

Many times, I thought, is not only I disappeared, you will know my existence. Only later found that, whether I disappeared or not, in your dynasty, I was just an insignificant supporting role.

Forget how many nights like this, a person quietly looking at your avatar, quietly, but dare not disturb easily. I know that you are waiting for him, and I also know that no matter how hard I try, I can't get into your heart after all. But I am still stubbornly watching, looking forward to, maybe when you are tired one day, you will see the lights dim, still keeping my figure.

After so many years, gradually, have been accustomed to helplessness, a person squatted down to embrace himself, and then, all the grievances are flowing clean, pretending to face tomorrow as if nothing had happened. Occasionally, open those pictures of the past, everything is played back in my mind like a movie, only the end of the play, only I wasted alone.

When you delete all my messages, I know that from now on, I don't even have the authority to say a simple good night. Perhaps, the strange ocean, we are doomed to forget each other far away, your happiness, your sadness, since then, I can only have a panoramic view, silently mourn for you, silently shed tears for you, but can no longer find the identity to care about.

In fact, this distance is also very good, at least, will not be missed, there will be no separation, everything has returned to the past, we have returned to the strangeness we first saw. Perhaps, such human feelings are cold and warm, but also a kind of sublimation of the heart, from strange to familiar, and then from familiar to strange, weighing all, in the end, can not escape the lonely and miserable life, all kinds of things in the world, can always make people feel sorry, like, we have this everlasting joke.

If, with the passage of time, you have left me in the crowd, please remember that no matter where you are, you must take good care of yourself for me. This love, I will hide it in the fleeting years, never, never touch.

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