There was a moment when we thought we had grown up, and one day we finally discovered that the meaning of growing up was beyond desire, courage and strength, and some kind of necessary sacrifice.
Time is merciless, but the days I spent with you are the most intoxicating poems in my life's journey, and I will bury it in my heart forever. I really love you, close my eyes, think I can forget, but the tears that shed, but can't deceive myself, you don't belong to me anymore.
A parting letter that makes our love disappear, maybe all you write is my cold words, but what I see is inadvertently dripping tears and desperate hearts. From the cape to the end of the world, how far is it. Am I changing, or are you changing, is the vicissitudes of time changing, or is our hearts changing.
Our love, at some point, has faded out of color. We who were once under the stars made such a serious vow that we would never be separated for a lifetime. It may be young and ignorant, unwilling to believe in time, unwilling to believe in the ends of the earth. But reality, in the end, will make us realize that the power of distance is so huge that we can't change it.
You said you never understood my heart, and that sincerity had been lost between us. But it is not that we lack sincerity, but that we have never had sincerity, despair, and how desperate we can be, and time will not come all over again for us.
Slowly I began to find that I was not so familiar with your affairs, and you could only pretend to be very interested in my affairs. Strangers to each other, less and less time to talk, what can be said, what can be done. When together, it is wordless silence, and it is the ability to say a few more words. However, in each other's hearts, who does not understand, we have come to the end, become each other's suffering and pain, and no longer have the original happiness.
When the boat of love is overthrown, we also have to laugh and break up, but even if you break up with me, I still have to thank you for giving me a good memory