"I endured a night of suffocation, pretended to be myself in the morning, but walked out of the dormitory door at noon without the sun, and tears fell like rain." 」
Some people say that love allows her to come, allows her to go.
I was silent, and I couldn't understand why so many people believed that love, including myself, was eternal, given that some people were known to be passers-by in the end of the journey of life.
That night, I almost couldn't slow down. I dragged my heavy steps all the way forward, and I wanted to turn back, but I didn't dare. I was afraid that once I turned back, I would be reluctant to leave, even if I was already reluctant to leave.
After all, I will not leave my affection to everyone, and after standing in the same place for a long time, I will turn around and continue to walk my way alone. Don't say sorry because I'm going to say... Thank you.
In fact, it was a bit hasty, so hasty that I didn't have a chance to say goodbye. I used to think that goodbye was a kind of commitment, but slowly I understood that sometimes goodbye means that there will never be me on your way, and there will never be you on my way. The encounter is hasty, and the goodbye is hasty. I know that sometimes the goodbye is not because you want to say goodbye, but because you have to say goodbye, so be gentle and look forward to another encounter.
I endured the suffocation of the night, pretended to be myself in the morning, and walked out of the dormitory door at noon when there was no sun, tears falling like rain. Even if it is not the first farewell, even if the clouds are gathered and scattered, it is natural, even if there is no snow, winter will still come.
I don't regret getting on your bus a little late, I just regret that the ride was too short and we didn't reach the end.
In the future, there will be orange-red sunsets, there will be rolling galaxies in the future, and there will be shooting stars across the night sky in the future, and you and I will still be in this world in the future, but in the future, I will sit with others by the clouds, blowing the summer evening wind, and listening to the love words of the world.
Brief staggering, hasty parting, short walking, three lifetimes are fortunate. It's just that the wind is blowing, and I'm leaving.
Unfortunately, Yu Yu's heart was uneven, and tonight he had to stop thinking of love.
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