The moon it says, time makes people forget love, the white colt is a simple four words, but it is the most pitiful, a word.
Above the night, a full moon gazes silently at the vast world,
Joy and sorrow it is too much to see,
Maybe a lot of things, it forgot... Love.
If there is really love in this world,
Those things that are remembered, those things that are unforgettable,
Those things that are grumpy, those things that are willing to be gluttonous,
Those things that you do and my things, those things that are small and great,
Hearsay: The moon has forgotten.
He remembered the whole world, but only forgot her.
Moon said he had forgotten
It's sad and hard to say.
The Moon is the only natural satellite of the Earth,
It has been tirelessly circling the earth for hundreds of millions of years.
If it had a choice, it might not be willing to turn so lonely year after year,
But this is its fate, and love is also a fate,
You can't be unwilling, you can't be reluctant.
Some encounters, perhaps involuntarily.
We used to be so convinced, we were so stubborn,
What was once defended with one's life turned out to be just an illusion.
We went against the grain and ended up on the same path.
Whether this is the cruelty of fate or the mercy of fate.
Time said he forgot
And it's as long as the cold of winter,
And the heart is always an island in the moonlight.
Those nights of weeping with their heads covered,
Those who are obviously faltering but still have to stubbornly hold on,
Pretending to be proud of the days, they do not allow us to forget.
Maybe we've been together for too long, and he's forgotten how to love me.
Remember a saying that "love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love." ”
There is nothing wrong with that.
Every road will only have the scenery on this road,
Other roads can only be known by trying to know its scenery,
But there is not so much time and energy to go through.
Each of us is an isolated island, and the island is full of dark wounds.
Like the characters in the book, they've been walking,
Repeatedly encountering forks in the road, they choose,
After the decision, I guessed, but I couldn't go back.
The most wonderful and cruel thing in life is not to start over...
Without experiencing the pain of breaking the cocoon, there is no clean new life.
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