A song opens a memory.

Does anyone remember those songs we listened to together? Do you still remember what the rain of tears looked like when I was listening to a song that day? Remember that guy? Those past-style green love, intoxicated communication, will be what kind of beautiful? Now in retrospect, it is a burst of luck and sorrow. That's all, I hurriedly turned the page, worried that I would not be able to get out.

A farewell has become a farewell, I do not know how many times to say this sentence? But fate has to bet too much sadness on me, but I have to use my words and deeds to deduce that every word is sad and every word hurts. I want to ask: is fate spoiling me too much?

I thought: who on earth can let me live such a scoundrel? And who will inadvertently deprive me of the right to smile? In the end, I still didn't figure out the result, and the people around me didn't give me any answer.

Maybe it was just an accident. Maybe no one can control me at all. Or maybe it's all vanity. I just want to move on. But where am I going to find my true self?

In my world, what is happiness? How can we be brave? How to keep getting the motivation to move forward? These ordinary problems for me are no longer ordinary, but have become a luxury!

I like listening to music very much, but I only like to be sad. Love the heartbreaking lyrics, the sad and moving melody. Please don't tell me which songs are full of joy, I don't like them, it's not my favorite, now I'm like a kid rescued from hell, specializing in collecting and collecting. I collected my favorite songs into an 8g memory and took a lot of photos for companionship, but there were still some unsent words on my phone.

People around me say that I am too quiet when I am quiet and too crazy when I am active. Something quiet and crazy come together, I really don't understand; which one is me? Melancholy.

A song "meet too late", tortured my feelings again and again sublimation, let my eyes slowly close, to enjoy the music in the flow of sad artistic beauty. Hiding in my memories, I caught a glimpse of myself as homeless and helpless. I floated in the boundless sea of people, stumbling, looking embarrassed, slowly lost. The corner of my mouth suddenly sang the lyrics you said that we met too late, I said that to love you is not brave enough, in love and do not love, back and forth thousands of times, even if it has been scarred, I do not care.

Like words, but do not want to read, those are other people's great projects, not my pyramids. Everyone will have a simple encounter with the things around them and break up with joy. It's just that I had a sense of confrontation since I was born, if not, I wouldn't have been so strong.

I spread out the memories, took some off, and threw them into the bottomless pit, so that they should never appear again.