Even if you are willing to leave it
But I just want to forget about it
Not dislike
Just afraid of the years
Will wear out all your warm whispers
And all my patience
So, before that
I prefer to part more often
Obsessed with thoughts, sorry to see each other
By falling snow stained dust
【Written in June 2017】
If I were you a stranger who turned around
Then I can no longer remember you
No more remembering your past
Don't think of a coincidence as an inevitability
It is possible to wake up from the depths of a dream...
Original: Falling snow stained dust
I still remember the first time we met
And now I will connect the memories for a lifetime
Always think that separation is far away
In the blink of an eye, it was the eve of farewell
I used to say the words I would meet again
In the end, they all became strangers to the unknown deceased
#毕业季, it's time to leave again #
It turns out that all the things that were before can also be said to be forgotten,
Years and years will not be able to withstand your disregard.
After all, it was just a former dream of mine,
Why should I still be so obsessed with you?
I have also saved acacia from falling into obsession and have nowhere to escape.
It's just a pity that a lifetime is too short and the memories are too full,
Memories of the past are always to be discarded
The people who once saw the deceased for the first time had a deep meaning
It can now be downplayed...
Falling pen/falling snow stained dust
【Written in May 2017】
The original memory is forgotten, it is time to let go and still cling, to have and lose, but that's all...
It turns out that the familiar is strange, the strange is familiar, meet and part, and that's all...
Wen - Falling snow stained dust
This youth is gone
We packed our bags and went away
Strange tone, quiet goodbye
Finally toast each other well, no one will look back
Later, I carefully cherished the thoughts of this year and a year
In the end, it became a dream that I did not want to wake up
[I turned over some old words and fragments, but I had already forgotten the state of mind of the original pen.] 】
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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