Three thousand pens and inks, inexhaustible past, vast sea of people, but you have nowhere to find. Your smile has amazed me, I have loved you deeply and waited for you, but it is not a coincidence that I have not come since you left.
The seasons change in the scene of reincarnation, whistling in the cold wind. In those chapters in the depths of memory, there are still the most sincere feelings at the beginning, and it cannot be written into a perfect ending. Even if you use it to the best of your ability, it is difficult to change the past in the story.
Do you still miss it after an encounter? After a long wait, have you left regrets?
Time always flows inadvertently, time is hurried, and for those who walk and disperse, we always want to keep some of the years that have been touched. Those obsessions eventually became the stories in the pen, the shackles in the heart. Over the years of getting along, too many stories are worth remembering, but they can only stay in the depths of memory. There are too many familiar scenes, but there is no longer that familiar figure. Love is in the heart, but you, but you have long been far away at the end of the world, leaving a lifetime of regrets alone. I know that it is suffering, but I can't avoid it, I want to give up, and I can't let myself go.
It is difficult to harvest the water, it is difficult to stay away from people, and it can afford a thick thought, but the past is unbearable to look back, and the love is deep and the end.