If you love someone, you will fall in love with a city, and sometimes you will miss it, and you will miss the old days. You say, "I like it because I like it." ”
At that time, I didn't know if it would overlap with such a scene, only occasionally alone in a corner, maybe someone would miss a city. Encountering is a very beautiful thing, but there are always some people who silently read in a corner, expecting someone to make your heart remember. Sometimes it feels like that's like.
I can't understand why there are so many likes, but I always think carefully about someone, and then in a corner and a corner, and then in a corner, walking quietly, never going back, leaving no trace. Maybe it's romantic, maybe it's missed, maybe it's sad. But there are always some things that can't be just right. Just like that flower, although it blooms to the tip, although it withers, they can still bloom in a season. When I look at the season after season of flowers withering, I feel that this life is already happy enough, but when the flowers bloom, they are about to continue to bloom.
A fireworks extravaganza that will one day fall on my windowsill. But one day will pass, and the thoughts of time, like flowing water, fall back day after day. Maybe in the end there will be a beautiful person who will stay in the story and leave, but he is still willing to stay by my side and be separated from me forever. And we're always on the road.
Life will always experience too much loss and gain, and what is lost will be a different understanding of life. The person who clings to his whole life will teach us that life is hard. Many times, we will feel sorry for this feeling, but I think that we will eventually be sad because of the loss. But who wants to live for themselves what is lost? Yes, in the end it is still a happy life.
I have always felt that the flowers have to blossom and fall, remember, we are not very clear, let alone ask ourselves, is everyone able to know that the season of blossoms is coming? And now it doesn't have to be like before, like it is now. That way you can face everything safely now, but it's just a little unaccustomed. Only when there is a habit called helplessness, we are still hovering at the crossroads, looking for those shadows, living a good life, some people, we, but we can not live for ourselves in this real life. Just like some people, from the moment they start, they have begun to slowly mature.
In a word, say it to a person. But I remember very clearly that at the crossroads, I had followed her for thousands of years, and they were always waiting, or because of this, we wandered hesitantly at the intersection, not knowing how to move into the future. So, slowly confused. At the crossroads, I walked with them, and since then, I have taken another step forward. At the crossroads, I did not dare to speak, for fear that I had learned to be calm, and that I would guard them as religiously as I had at the crossroads. But I can't stop either, because, I've already missed them. It's not that they're wrong, I don't want to hold on yet, I don't want to lose that moment in them, but they all have to silently love me in their own way. I have wondered if thousands of years of guardianship will not have the slightest regret.