Listen to the wind and watch the sadness of the clouds. Is there still me in this world? Flying sand flows through, can't tell the sky, is it early? Is it late? Or is it a barrier of years?
It was another day, drowsy, I didn't know the joy of the years, I didn't know what year of this life, I didn't know the hour hand and the seconds flew. Write a stop-and-go diary, laugh for a while, and burst into tears the next. The past is as clear as yesterday.
The love you have imprinted in your life is getting deeper and deeper.
Afraid that you will leave, I dare not say a word, I am afraid that you will not be willing to do it, and I will not accept your existence. What kind of feelings make me have nowhere to vent the love of this prosperous world, shed tears, break my heart, and can't find love for whom?
Re-examine yourself, empty is the first half of life busy, the second half of life is confused how to spend? Can't be solved.
You said you were leaving, and I rejoiced. The back and forth of several days made me feel infinitely emotional about the world. Bored, obedient, tired, to the point of longing for the sun to shine in.
Suddenly a pleasant word, smiling happily. I can finally let go of myself and express my feelings where I like.
Sit still, and there is more blank space. Life is so strange, any one thing repeated over and over again, forming a habit, can really be willing to leave, there is no sadness in the heart?
How could it be! Because of companionship, because of love, because of habit, is not to leave!
Always missed, always afraid to say more. One more word, and it will be realized. What a kind of love and companionship this is.
Life, the most meaningful thing, is to love people, do your best to perform. Just to please you, just to make you feel at ease, just to change the world with you for the rest of your life.
2022.4.7