I thought that as long as I lived myself, I could forget you.

Today, we carry our obsession with the past and record our deceit to ourselves.

Being laughed at at his own pity, increasing his arrears to the world, but still refusing to give up.

Just to forget the immortal word: once upon a time.

I've written more, but I don't know how to express it.

It is not that I am not clear enough about now, but that my real mood is indescribable at all.

I thought that as long as the pain reached the bottom of my heart, I could wave my writing.

I thought that as long as I didn't mention it, I could let go of my memories.

I thought that as long as I had a good life, I could forget you.

I thought, after all, I thought.

The world will not change its routine because of me, nor will it change right and wrong because of me.

Everything I once dreamed of came to naught, leaving me with not only tears but also heartbreak.

Gradually it becomes clear that we can't change the environment around us. What we can do is to adapt slowly.

We can't go on and off in our lives. People, things and things always urge us to move forward.

Even if the direction has changed our initial persistence and belief.

As I said, what time changes is not the emotion, but the heart.

As I said, my blurred eyes have long been blurred, and I can't see the smile in my heart.

As I said, such as the beautiful family members of flowers, like fleeting time, it is just a flash in the pan and a curtain of dreams.

You know what? Today is the 77th day of our separation.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on, maybe one day I will forget to remember.

At that time, will you help me pick up this memory?

I know that you are doing well, and the people who love you will not be reduced because of my departure.

I know that you are doing well, I have left your memory, and that position has long been replaced.

Actually, I know that you are doing very well.

In fact, I know, I know, you know.

Now that my heart is cold, I feel that the world is getting colder.

I yearn for a life of contentment, but I can't see through the world.

I look forward to my future is no longer bumpy, but can not get used to the people's profligacy of feelings.

At the moment, I am at a loss.

Fall in love with you, this vague definition, is it right or wrong?

No emotion can withstand the precipitation of the years, please allow me to quietly meditate: sorry, blue sky.

I'm sorry to miss you. Sorry, time. I'm sorry, fleeting.

Really, I'm sorry. Now, I'm going to say to you the last word, the two words: goodbye.