What you already have is not necessarily unforgettable; what you can't have may be your true love. Encounter a desired but no chance to have a friend, in the face of true investment but no harvest of love, like hard sowing but no harvest of the land, at this time, the mind breeds a trace of sadness. Oh, that sadness is like the leek root in March, spreading crazily in the heart, entangling desperately. Sadness is a painful worry, sadness is a lonely helplessness.
However, on the other hand, sadness is extremely beautiful, as beautiful as a green olive.
Open the window of thought, let the fresh wind blow in, sort out the disordered thoughts, release the doves of the heart, and then thoroughly understand:
What you already have is not necessarily unforgettable; what you can't have may be your true love. If you are a person who is insensitive to your thoughts and feelings, you will not have this experience.
Oh, dear friends, if I can have you, with you, I will thank God, thank the earth, I will cherish you, give you happiness and sweetness. If I have no chance to live with you, I will silently bless you, bury my sadness deeply in the bottom of my heart, and dedicate my best poems to you!
In the face of falling flowers and sunsets, maybe I will sigh that I am more sentimentally attached to this world, not because of the fear of death, but because of you in this world. Why do people sometimes pursue hard to get a true love, but end up scarred each other and even fall into a quagmire, because there is a kind of social reality, which is an insurmountable obstacle.
Oh, my friend, my dear friend, shall we smile with tears? As charming and brilliant as the Mona Lisa! Shall we stare at each other silently and affectionately? Or hold each other's hands tightly and hug each other tightly. Say to each other a treasure, a peace, and then, as usual, each other along the track of their lives, gradually becoming mature and firm!
I remember reading such a sentence in a magazine: there is a feeling that it is "lovesickness" only when it is insomnia; there is a kind of fate that only believes it is "eternal" after waking up; there is a kind of eyes that only see "nostalgia" after breaking up; there is a kind of mood that only after parting, do they understand that it is "lost".
Oh, I would like to add at the end of this sentence: there is a kind of sadness in the experience, only to know that it is called "beautiful"!
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