Your pain is my wound.

I do not know why my writing always flows a touch of sadness, my words always reveal a trace of unease and worry, the love I write ends with a kind of helplessness and resentment. It may be that the protagonist in my article is experiencing the same psychological process and the same ending in reality.

I am at a loss, do not know what kind of feeling this is, only know that my words are full of sadness, maybe I like sad words, always like to use sad style, resentful words to record the dribs and drabs of life, as if the happiness around me has nothing to do with me, even if there is also short-lived, and the so-called happiness is not worth recording, only the pain is unforgettable I never thought of using my happy mood to record the happy fleeting past!

Time is fleeting, has long passed the age of love dreams, but you in my heart, but often rash into my dream, can not remember how many times, in that illusory fantasy, love lingering as if floating in the clouds, such as poetry. Long-suppressed thoughts have been infinitely released. It also deduces the endless joys and sorrows of on-off and on-off, and finally returns to reality and has no choice but to leave. The feelings in the clouds and fog can only be recalled and pieced together by their own simple thinking.

In your life, you may have experienced too many ups and downs and too many pains. Before you have time to lick the old pain that has not been cured, new injuries will follow. The strength of a man may just cover up your weak intestines, sobbing alone at night and swallowing tears for self-treatment. The hysterical tone is just a loud protest against the injustice of fate and a powerless demonstration against those who have hurt you, but it buries you with tenderness and goodwill.

The ruthless reality, ill-fated fate, tear you into bits and pieces, can not find yourself, lost the way. I am afraid, good you, can not help but choose and the devil as the neighbor, inadvertently will be mercilessly swallowed. I feel that I am incompetent and despicable, unable to extricate you from fire and water. I can only stand on the other side of love, can only shout your name loudly, your pain is also full of my sorrow.

Said how many times to separate, how many times unhappy, no matter who is right and who is wrong, I did not give up my every wait, I believe that time will slowly lead me into your barren heart, with sincerity to close to your cold heart. I like to look at each other with you, hope to use the shortest time, carve you deeply in the heart, in the parting moment, remember your hair, do not want to blur your face.

We have no vows, less flowers and months, the stingy God does not give us much time and opportunities to stay together, brief gatherings often knead yearning into a cup of sad wine, willing to hold you tightly in blurred, melt you, at this moment you belong to me. I would like to deduce the stubborn enthusiasm of wishful thinking into a story that pleases each other and soothes your broken heart.

People who have been hurt, otherwise the imagination will no longer easily believe the so-called true feelings, close the heart tightly, even if it is a little indulgence under the cover of light and wine, it is only a temporary sustenance to anaesthetize yourself. But how many times after drinking, your "don't leave me" sentence, do not need to distinguish, will move me for a lifetime. I feel your deep sorrow after the release, feel the heartfelt pain to destroy you can not be yourself. Holding you, I feel inexplicably sad, at this moment, if you can feel a little relief and release, forget the pain, I am willing to do anything for you, I hurt for your pain.

The blue sky will hide all kinds of unbearable, flashing neon lights can not hide the wine and meat flashy, in this noisy city, perhaps you are at a loss, do not know where to go? Wandering alone in this strange and prosperous neighborhood, the magnificent splendor and beauty do not belong to you, but set off your extreme loneliness, the sadness of the past surges into your heart and allows tears to attack wantonly. I would like to borrow your shoulder, listen to your cry, listen to any pain you are willing to say, hold you gently, and tell you the beautiful legend of seeing a rainbow after the rain.

Misplaced love can not keep your beauty, you are like a flash in the pan, will eventually leave me, like a meteor across the sky, disappear in the infinite sky. But your trail will influence my sight until my life dies. I will always hide my sadness with a smile, cover my sorrow without you with free and easy, write down my love for you with words, and leave your pain with my clumsy pen.

Accustomed to the ups and downs of the world, accustomed to the unrighteousness of the world, many emotions in life are like those described in "besieged Fortress". They want to go in and out. My emotion is also like a silkworm pupa, bound by a cocoon. I would rather wrap myself in a thick cocoon and trap myself in bitter love. However, I hope you are a broken cocoon moth, waiting for you is a rebirth, you have experienced too much pain and pain, should not repeat these pain, your pain is also my injury, you can not be hurt.