Rain is still beautiful, the world in the sky is still so beautiful, but whose world is gloomy and full of sorrow?
The gray sky, the merciless rain, the haggard people, who is seeing through whose existence?
Blue dream, purple butterfly, falling leaves, the wind into whose heart?
A person's tears, a person's smile, a person's story, a person's memory, a person's sadness, what has been changed by the years? The lingering of time records too much sorrow.
Buried regrets, a person's persistence, a person's waiting.
Pick up a piece of sad, flying all over the sky, the wound behind, engraved in the past.
An injury, a memory, who has ever thought, will accompany how long to walk together?
Quietly watch their own loneliness, see the people who pass by one after another, see the pulse of the water, look at the falling flowers with the waves, who can appreciate the sigh of immersion in this?
In the noisy downtown, how much desire spreads all over the body, but can only let go. Because understand, do not belong to their own, will eventually fall, after all, is the wrong encounter.
Let go of the extravagant hope in the heart, but also give up the sadness in the hands, but also release the beauty in the dream, perhaps, is a good choice.
However, the clouds skimming across the blue sky, perhaps only a moment of beauty, but in the water mirror left a promising but unobtainable illusion. Regardless of reality and ideal, most of the time, we are unable to grasp and retain.
Our world is full of too many temptations, too many emotional ups and downs.
Once lost, you will know how to cherish it better. However, sometimes, no matter how much you want to wait, no matter how hard you want to try, in the end, empty, only yourself, the rest of the pain permeates every corner of the air.
Maybe you shouldn't have held it so tightly in the first place that, in the end, you broke yourself too much.
Maybe, after crushing, we can choose to start over again. However, sometimes, even if shattered, even if heartache, we will choose to refuse lava, and would rather choose to drag a fragmented body to walk in a person's world.
Even if I get hurt again, even if I am helpless, even if I can't let it go, I choose a person to bear it.
In a person's world, in the memory that cannot be buried, quietly indulge in their own sadness. Life has turned yellow, time is no longer yesterday, all have been disabled, only the heartbroken memories are still old.
Loneliness is a mournful and beautiful star, never ends its curtain, always staging a section of unforgettable bone, who has become its loyal audience?
When sadness turns into a river against the current, submerged happiness, how to break through the shackles of death?
Try to forget, try to break free, try to choose again, but familiar things and things appear in front of your eyes; familiar words linger in your ears.
All, evoke bursts of heartache, let oneself instantly ash freeze, even so, also do not want to let go, because reluctant to give up, although very painful, but have too many good memory fragments, and let oneself choose to be alone.
Author: the world of mortals is intoxicated
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