You taught me that breaking up is also a kind of possession.

Quiet night, the wind is still lingering, the moon is still hazy. Leaning against the windowsill alone, looking out at the dense stars in the night sky. I found that the stars were picturesque last night, and tonight they became like songs and tears. Then came the lost teardrops, which seemed to fall in the eyes like a meteor. For a moment, I still remember that the memories are mottled.

In that plum blossom season, you inadvertently floated into my world with the same attitude as the wind. Thus, a dramatic love story has a beautiful beginning. At the same time, it also added a few rich colors to that cold winter. Seeing that spring is coming to us, helplessly, the pace of spring is slow to come. In such a mysterious winter, good things always come and go early, and I am faced with separation before I can enjoy it.

In that gray winter day, everything was quiet and bleak. Also on that day, knowing that you were leaving, we didn't say a word, just looked at each other with tears, made eye contact, smiled and didn't let the tears fall. I know that you have a thousand words, you have all kinds of words, but you won't say it to me. You know, I'm so worried, I'm so sad, but I'm afraid to say it. Just before you let go of my hand, turned around and said to go, my tears burst like a flood. I know that what should be forgotten should be forgotten and what should be cherished should be cherished. After all, we are all very young, and each of us has a long way to go, waiting for us to go alone. So, I bid farewell to everything, one-time flow of tears, to forget the state of mind, free and easy to turn around, start a new journey. Because, I understand: breaking up is also a kind of possession.

The days passed so quickly, unconsciously, it was our turn to break up in winter. Now, how are you? Perhaps, we once had a beautiful time, perhaps, once we had a sincere love. However, today, I would like to bury my endless thoughts of you in my heart and cherish it forever.

Do you remember? That year, the afternoon you left, in the blue winter sky, the sun was a little shy. Take a closer look at the melancholy eyes on your face, only to find that your tears for me are not dry. Perhaps the young heart is very soft, so I secretly bowed my head to wipe tears, as if the sun smelled the bitterness of tears, as if to tell me: break up do not need tears, break up do not believe in tears. Just no matter how many tears, can only flow in the back of turning away. Even if the wet heart, dripping blood for you again and again, but also let the breakup become as beautiful as each other.

From now on, I no longer have to bother and deliberately hide my inner fragility; I don't have to look forward to your peace with anxiety; I don't have to be deeply bound by lovesickness. I won't be ecstatic about giving up on you. I won't be devastated by losing you. Because, we are no longer naive children, now you and I are brand-new, real ourselves. From now on, I can happily do what I want to do. I will never feel lost because I have lost contact with you, and I will never feel lost because I have not heard from you. Although the beauty of a good day is easy to go, there is no need to fear the future and no need to cry in the past. If you adjust your mood, you will always find something: a full moon is a painting and a lack of a moon is a poem. When people gather, they all meet, and when they are scattered, they are doomed. When the moonlight of the city illuminates the dream, shining on the area where we have met. Right in front of the crossroads, neon lights showed the way forward, and I walked towards my new life. As a result, the old days came to an end. There is no need to be infatuated with our broken love.

Whenever the wind blows, I am here. I miss you in my memory. Whenever I miss you, my eyes are raining. Along the cheek, sprinkled with sadness. And in the vicissitudes of the past, we can always see the scene we once had. Even if there is no flower before, less under the moon, but at least I can still have the beauty in the memory.

Broke up, so that I know how to face the cruel reality bravely. Bid farewell to the loss in the melancholy, all of a sudden, I feel that breaking up is as beautiful as being together. As long as you have no grievances, I have no regrets, then, no regrets is a kind of beauty in life. In the years that followed, when I was sad, I ate a candy and told myself that life was sweet. In this way, I learned to collect tears as pearls and live every day with a brilliant smile.

Finally, I understand: in fact, breaking up can also be a kind of beauty, because you taught me that breaking up is also a kind of possession.

(Wen / Xu Yinong)