However, scars will not disappear unless they are seen or heard, just as some stories are unforgettable and will always linger in the long river of memory. If you have a scar in your heart, you will get sick. The disease cannot be cured by others. In the end, I'm on my own. If you are strong, you will turn the page and start a new chapter. If you are weak, you will live in pain and be trapped in a cage full of sadness.
Yesterday, a friend said: Do you still love her? If you love it, try to get it back. I can say with certainty that I still love her as always. Even if my heart is cut into pieces, I still can't say I don't love it, but I don't know that my love is just my wishful thinking and I just hate and hate her. In my opinion, the so-called love is like this. It's not what you pay, but what you want. Just like in film and television dramas, people who silently pay for spare tires are far away.
At this time, it is already 3: 30 in the morning. I am in the ocean of rape flowers, listening to the wind whistling and fluttering, just like the incarnation of a devil, sweeping the desolation of the world. For more than a month, I have developed a habit of waking up automatically in the morning and then running out of the house, trying to find a corner to bury myself. After all, if you are not a feng shui master, how can you find any treasure, go with hope, return with disappointment, and repeat.
I think of the fragment in "33 days of lovelorn love" I read very early: I want to catch up with that car, and I have something to say to him. I'm going to ask him. I know what I did wrong. Can you wait for me for a moment? I let you walk step by step without dignity. In order to punish me, I'm even willing to roll all the way to your feet and be an equal with you from now on. could you wait for me ？ The road ahead is too dangerous. Of all the people in the world, you are the only one who makes me feel safe. Please don't give up on me like this. Please don't give up on me. I have to tell him. I don't want my broken self-esteem, my self-confidence is totally groundless. I can show you how humble I am now. Can You Ever Forgive Me? Please forgive me.
At that time, I felt that love could make people so humble. I didn't realize until now that all the bitching only stems from your love for her, and you mistakenly thought that she still had nothing to do with you. To this day, I still wonder who can give me a cycle and tell me the time limit to get rid of this pain and let me end everything. I don't know how many 33 days I need to completely resolve my depression, helplessness and sadness.
Some stories are short and mellow; Some stories are timeless and warm; And our story, are you sure it's over? I never want to believe it, but I have to admit it. May the wind blow away and take away all the helplessness and pain in the world, and it will be clear, just like a painting flowing in the sand, which can be wiped away without a trace.
From then on, there was a person in my heart.
We used to look small.
You moved a small bench that year.
Fascinated by the play, I followed it all the way.
I'm looking for the person in that story.
You are an indispensable part.
You took a nap under the tree.
Little me, just waiting ...
Do you still love her? If you love, try to chase it?
I do, but she doesn't need me anymore. ...