Maybe there is a special person hidden in everyone's heart, who inexplicably broke into your original peaceful life, accompanied you through a road that is not long or short, and then one day, quietly disappeared into the vast sea of people, you even doubted whether all this is true, so desperately looking for traces of the past to prove that all of it is not illusory.
It really existed.
He really came.
It goes back and forth, time passes day by day, the traces are worn away little by little, and finally it falls deeply into an unknown corner of your heart.
Only occasionally at some point, it suddenly comes to mind and then gets you stuck in the memory.
The journey of life is originally lonely, but when you meet, you really feel that he is your salvation.
You sell loneliness in the dark night of the world, and the moment you worship him in the crowd, it becomes the spark of your lonely world.
Some people say that the world is emotional, but in the middle of summer, white porcelain plum soup, crushed ice hits the wall when it sounds.
The world's love is robbery, but the three or nine black tiles are yellow and fresh, and the sugar heart is low and bitter.
The obsession of the world is not only the middle of winter, like a thousand layers of ice, complex chiseling, can not end with the world's affectionate obsession, more is not thin, less is long, the person who released fireworks for you in the dark night sky, finally like fireworks, fleeting in the splendor, leaving you with more endless night.
There is always some emotion, no disease, there is always some deep love, do not quit.
Among all the ways of saying goodbye, he chose to say goodbye and walk quietly.
Later, that person also became the one that you hid deep in your heart and did not dare to show off.
It became a secret that you didn't dare to say after three cups of self-punishment.
There are 80,000 words in the world, but the love words are the most hurtful,
People have three thousand diseases, but lovesickness cannot be cured.
May the person you think of will also think of you at some point, with moist eyes, enough.
Nostalgic people always live like a scavenger, and the sand that can't be held is better than lifting it. If you feel the same way Follow me I'm reminiscing If one day you find out that I stopped updating, 别找我，那证明我在好好生活了。
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Nostalgia is punishment, punishment for people like me, who miss the old.
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