01
I still miss you, but I just miss you, I won't contact you, and I won't see you.
Because, we have long been in the past, and we are no longer anyone's own, there is no suitable identity greeting, there is no suitable opportunity to reminisce.
Over the years, I have been in a corner of the red dust, doing what I like, there have been wind and rain, and there has been a bright sun, every time I think about it, I have thousands of thoughts, but I can't confide in you the slightest.
Like an unfinished dream, your shadow swayed gently in my heart, like the outline of a distant mountain, looming in the afterglow of the setting sun.
I have learned to hide this faint feeling in the softest place in my heart, just like the fragrance of tea precipitated at the bottom of the cup of years, not easy to mention, but never forgotten.
Your name is a poem in my heart, and although I don't read it anymore, every word is so clear and familiar.
I still retain the memories that belong to us, they are like autumn leaves, lying quietly in the river of time, occasionally drifting with the waves, and anchoring in my heart unharmed.
Your smile, your words, and the time spent together have turned into a wisp of smoke, drifting away in the clouds of the past, and have become rare and beautiful memories in my life.
02
I have savored this feeling of remoteness and intimacy alone in countless silent nights.
The moonlight is like water, quietly sprinkled on the window lattice, and on such a night, I weave my thoughts about you into words, and let them turn into lines of poetry, although unassuming, but full of affection.
The tip of my pen dances with the warmth of the past, but it freezes in the cold wind of reality, and I know that the tenderness has become distant with the change of seasons.
"There are stories that leave nothing but memories; Some people, except for missing, will have nothing. ”
I learned to find my own peace in solitude, to live my life like a poem, and to make it as beautiful as possible.
Every morning and evening, I immerse myself in the pages of a book, allowing my mind to get a moment of peace.
Your existence, like the artistic conception in those words, although unattainable, has given me infinite inspiration and strength.
I imagine that you are somewhere in the world, and maybe in some inadvertent moment, you will think of me, and remember that youthful past.
The story of our past, like the petals that fall on the water, comes softly and walks quietly, leaving only ripples and deeper loneliness after the ripples.
I turned this feeling into a pot of wine, which I tasted alone, and there was sweetness and bitterness in the drunkenness. It taught me what it means to grow and what it means to let go.
03
As the years go by, the flowers bloom and fall, our story has no ending, but has its own direction.
I no longer look forward to the reunion, I no longer long for your return, but in my heart, silently thinking of you.
I began to understand that some love does not have to be spoken, it does not have to be had, as long as it is quietly cherished in the bottom of my heart, it is also a kind of happiness.
I am here, recording the bits and pieces of life with words, and guarding the secrets in my heart with silence.
I know that life will go on, and I will continue to move forward, and on this road without you, I will go on bravely with gratitude to you and relief from the past.
Your shadow will be the most beautiful mark in the depths of my soul, and I will cherish every heartbeat and every encounter in the days to come.
In this world, there is always such a person, who is a light in your life, even if he eventually disappears in the sea of people, he will always illuminate your way.
You, that person.
Only in my heart, silently thinking of you, this is my promise to myself, and it is also the last tenderness for you.