Those cold and sad damn copywriters

• I stood alone for a long, long time, remembering many things, and suddenly I missed the time when I had nothing in my heart
• Nobody's going to disappear, everybody just connects to what they like

• I sneaked up on you, but you scattered like a dandelion, and your shadow was everywhere after that
• I know that the mountains are full of people, but I can't find anyone in the mountains

• When I'm in a daze, I often wonder what kind of person will have a future with you
• The rain has stopped, this piece of sky is gray or something

• I died that spring, not waiting for the early summer when the cicadas chirped, and with my fiery love, I was buried with the winter snow
• I understand, nothing more than that there is a reason for things, growth needs to be polished, I did not say unfair or bitter, I said I know

• Suddenly I don't complain about a broken person like me, and it's really hard for people who love me to pick them up piece by piece to love me
• I seem to like you very much, and I seem to be a little relieved, and that paranoid love is mixed with grievances and unwillingness to retreat and rise, and I hesitate and repeat

Spring has three or five seven words, I have a few romantic ❤️ comment area to share your favorite copy of it (the picture is taken by the author himself, like the like oh)