Thoughts are like the wind, rolling up the waves in my heart. Memories weave through my mind, like a gust of wind, bringing me back to the good old days.
It was a sunny day, and the breeze was blowing and gently caressing my cheeks. At that time, I had endless longing, thinking that the years would be eternal. However, the cycle of time is always cruel and unforgiving.
The years are in a hurry, the years are like water, and the vows we once made have long been scattered with the wind. The love that used to be in vain has come to naught, and there is no longer the warmth of hugging each other and sleeping. Thoughts come flooding into my heart like a tidal wave, like a dream that cannot be forgotten, which is heartbreaking.
Whenever night falls, I sit alone in front of the window, looking at the lonely street scene, and my thoughts fly like the wind. Memories seeped through the fingers and flowed through the fingertips. Those who were once gentle are now only a lonely shadow.
Thoughts are like the wind, blowing the rhythm of my heart. The end of the story has long been predestined, and our love seems to be just a belated tragedy. I used to think that we would hold hands until the end, but now I can only bury my memories in my heart.
Perhaps, love is a flying thought, intertwined with happiness and pain. Those beautiful moments, although they are gone, still leave a deep imprint on my heart.
Thoughts are like the wind, taking my heart to a distant place. Perhaps, some things are destined not to be having, and some people are destined not to be able to rely on each other. However, I still firmly believe that at some point, the wind will stop, my mind will be calm, and I will find my own piece of sky on the road ahead.