Crying is like the rut of love

Just in the blink of an eye, you are gone, your beauty is gone, your everything. That made me so depressed and wandering, and my heart was like grass growing without a trace. At this moment, it was like a frozen cold, without a trace of warmth, like a frozen glass window, longing to go outside.

The frost flowers that have been ha flowed on the glass, like the ruts of love, the heartache at parting.

That morning was so cold and cold, you escaped from my sight with a snowflake, my original fiery heart was cold by you, and it was like falling into a glacier in an instant, so cold that the ice heart was bone-chilling.

Originally, I thought that you were not such a desperate person, your fiery heart always beat in my love, but who could have imagined that your cold and cold suddenly made it difficult for me to accept, just like your desperate gaze.

He was always aggressively despising me, and his original fiery heart was so cold. So all the obsession is ruthlessly faded like that, just like the milestone of love is smashed by you.

At that time, you were so determined, as if I were a cancer of your love, and you had to get rid of me. Your fierce appearance is like an ice blade, and you will never stop until it pierces my heart.

The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. Just because I took away your heart. Not love because you hate, but hate because you love. You hate me for not being brave enough, you hate me for being cowardly, you hate for not saying that word to you, you hate me for regretting that I shouldn't have been.

Oh, yes? Everything is my fault, when you need me, I left you, and when you loved me with fiery passion, I timidly did not have the courage, and cowardly left you.

It makes you very angry, so you make up your mind and hate me. Hate me like that for no reason, your loving heart drops to freezing, and then you strike.

You ignored my objections, you immediately found someone to marry, at the wedding scene, your determined appearance, shattered my dreams, the heart is bleeding cold, you do not care to hold his hand, you walk into the marriage hall.

What a big blow, the love of life is just like this, your revenge is really vicious, and since then there have been no flowers tightly clustered in my heart, only the tip of the iceberg crying in the dream.

The snowy mountains are whimpering, and the earth is crying.

There were no more fragrant petals to accompany, only the black canopy boat cruising alone, no more square handkerchiefs raising pink sails, and no more golden petals scattered all the way.

I'm like a lone goose that doesn't know where to fly? Where is my haven from the wind.

Whimpering? weep! Teardrops of sadness.

-Author-

Pen name: Fan Jinghe, like literature, meditation, if words are a window to touch the heart, then the words composed of words should be the story of you and me.

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