Whose tears are flying

Always thought that you are very heartless, always in the heart countless times hate you, scold you, some people say, love how deep, hate how deep. I do not know, I only know that your departure, a heavy blow to my heart, until the collapse of the heart, so I no longer believe that there will be love in the world. I began to blame all the men and women in the world. No, not blame, but jealousy.

Love is selfish, selfish, you leave, I will not let anyone near me, I like a hedgehog, wrapped myself in prickly clothes all day, wrapped my heart very tight, because I am afraid to hurt myself again, to the bone marrow, to the heart. Because my heart is too small, can only hold the year, abandoned me and left a you.

For countless days, I hid in loneliness and asked my heart over and over again: did you leave mercilessly, was I not good enough, or did you never love me?

Over the past few years, I still stick to my own loneliness and did not find the answer that you left at that time. I have been naive to think that time will make me forget you, forget your tenderness, forget your ruthless departure. But I still can not forget, really can not forget, can not forget you once good, can not forget you once gave me warmth.

You said that you were there, and love was there, but when you left, why did love forget to take it away? Did you forget to take love with you? Or you deliberately leave love, torturing my wounded soul. I put away my tears and tried to learn what others did and forget in time. However, the things I want to forget, the more time will wash them brighter.

I want to hide once, who knows, or when I think of you, being turned up again and again by memory, missing, like a seed in the sun, a little bit of soil, I have tried to pull out that seed, do not let it die in this season, verdant my thoughts. However, it is still in the place where I threw it, sprouting and growing, and finally became a vine crawling all over the wall, spreading on my way, entangling my thoughts.

Meet you again, my heart, do not seem to feel, you have been away for a few years, but so kindly told yourself that no matter how many years in the past, you have never left, your smile, your voice, your tenderness, still fresh, as beautiful as the day you left.

I remember all the good things we had, just like yesterday, remember? You say you like the snowflake flying season, we walk romantically hand in hand, let the snowflake quietly sneak into our necks, leaving a trace of coolness, but also feel warm, you said, cold winter, because of me, you feel like spring in general.

You gave me your love, and I gave my whole world to you. Do you know that when you leave, my heart goes with your shadow, always lurking in your shadow, perhaps you have never felt it? Maybe you already felt it? And the news I am most eager for is to ask if you are doing well.

And what I fear most is that you are not doing well? Do you remember? You say I am good, you will be sunny, then now you, your pain, but I can not bear for you, can only say: Hello, I will be sunny.

Always thought that I would forget time, but time, or slowly, slipped at my fingertips. My love, began to interpret in the depths of the text, walking alone, I do not want to come out, I like this, put a heart in that white paper, warm my spring, summer, autumn and winter, pile up my small print in green ink, release all my feelings. No matter how many words I piled up, I didn't care. Who was willing to read it, and I never thought who could read it? But I know that one day, you will pass through my city, stop your tall horse, leave only your eyes and look at my small print, and you will smell all the feelings flowing out of me between the lines. I know you can read it. You can read the joys and sorrows inside.

You can see clearly that the person who has been waiting for you at the seasonal ferry, as well as a pair of eyes looking at the autumn water. Is it God's mercy? Or God miscalculated the time, that poor person, after five hundred years of waiting, finally waiting for you at this season's ferry, but also waiting for heartache tears want to use my feelings to warm you so that you no longer pain and helplessness. No matter whether you will dodge a bullet in your life or not, I will devoutly pray for you and bless you for a happy and safe life. I will still wait for your name in all my days, never give up, and carve your name in the bottom of my heart.

When you see Rain Water falling in the air, don't ask if it's Rain Water, and don't ask whose tears are flying. Because my tears have been falling in your sky for many years. The four seasons change, the cycle of time, but still see my tears flying for you.

Author: Xiang Chu Yanli