In this life, you owe me a promise

I haven't heard from you since I left, and I heard a friend suddenly talk about you leaving the other day... I woke up helplessly in the night, "The boy is not without tears, not spilled parting", you are not the whole of my life, but all the wonderful in life, life is like the road you and I have walked, a cluster of fireworks, short but brilliant. That year was different from you, but I didn't expect it to be the last side. You are gone, to another world, separated from yin and yang, and you are far away from the hustle and bustle of this world, away from this deceitful world, away from these people who have given you hope but have disappointed you. Maybe you have no nostalgia for this red dust anymore, so you smile and walk into heaven, and the angel spreads its wings to lead you into the arms of the Virgin.

When it comes to the flowering of the lily, I have always insisted that you are the violet that blooms after the flower, because your difference is destined to be your extraordinary road, you have walked in this world, quietly, vigorously, and tragically. In September, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the flowers wither, but I met you in this season, and I met the most beautiful years in life; I also missed you in that season, missed the most beautiful legend in life.

You are quietly open, not stained with the world's common dust, do not eat human fireworks, elegant and noble, fragrant. I had stubbornly thought that love at first sight was just Qiong Yao's novel or Xi Mu Rong's poem, and it was only that afternoon that I believed that it was not just a novel, and that the heartbeat could be so simple. You have just gone to college, escaped the shackles of high school, what you pursue is curiosity about the adult world and the desire for love than Jinjian, you are like a deer that has just left your mother, walking happily in this world full of unknowns. Meeting me has made me your best vision of the future. I remember at that time you always liked to ask me if it wasn't me that afternoon, then life would be as wonderful as it is now; if you met me with others, then you would not be overwhelmed by it; if it wasn't for that afternoon, would we still meet on another trajectory of life... So many questions, I am always silent, silence but only let you ask more questions, maybe this is your way of exploring the future, maybe this is your way of yearning for love fairy tales, maybe this is your way of me. Silence, but I know I'm happy, I know I like your wild questions; I like the warm hugs I give every weekend when I see you, that hug, and no one else can give it anymore; I like the fragrance that soaks into my heart when I'm close to you; I like your tearful parting at the station...

You always think that holding hands is forever, stopping the shore is a lifetime, so you want me to fantasize with you about our old age; so you want me to think about the most romantic things with you; so you want me to interpret our future with you again and again; so you want me to tell you to love you again and again, as you love me; so you have promised again and again... I knew I was happy at that moment, and I thought the happiest thing I could do was to hold you and grow old together. I was silent because of the wounds of the past, which was the fear and wandering of love. I know that I can't bear your sustenance, I can't bear your brilliance, I'm afraid those innocent vows will fade away again with the passage of the world, once the vows fade into lies, I'm afraid that my lies will once again become the most painful wound in another woman's life. Can't stay at the end of the world, it is better to let go of their own wandering...

So I stubbornly walked through our lives in my own way and spent sixty days, meeting, falling in love, separating...

Leave. Life is still a powerless and painful extension, and feelings are still wandering in wandering. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the world, I am still like a lonely boat sailing on the sea in the dark night, moored? Where is Hong Kong? I knew that you had never gone far in my heart, that I could be happy, that I could be happy, that I could do whatever I wanted, that I could sing to others that you liked, that I could show off all my happiness in front of others, but I knew that under the mask I would always be sad, because that position was empty, it belonged to a person, a person who left in that season...

"Suddenly looking back, the man was in the middle of the light"... I look back, only to see the flowers in the dream, but you are gone, forever disappearing on the shore of the lights, annihilated in the crowd, passing by, life and death like a river, separated at both ends, you can see me, I can see you, but the time to cross the river has not arrived, I can not cross, I can only wait and see. On the other side, look at your confused and miserable eyes like parting nights...

Memories are so painful that I wanted to forget them, but forgetting them is so hard. When the memory becomes the last wound of two people, passing away may be a relief, and only the person who remains alone in the memory is the real pain. I will hold your memory and grow old, but time is so slow, and I am so far away, whether only the darkness of death can I truly forget you... Again and again, I remember in my tearful eyes that there are bits and pieces of you, which is comfort and punishment. Every detail of your memory is magnified pain and happiness, only now I can understand Naran's heartache of "gambling books are dissipated, only the Tao was ordinary" at that time, a good one "At that time, only the Tao was ordinary", ordinary, ordinary! Lost to know the ordinary soul-destroying bone...

I suddenly remembered that night you stubbornly did not let the tears stay, looked up and left, looked at the stars, choked and said: "We are all right, love should end at the most beautiful time, like fireworks blooming through the sky of meteors, such memories will make people linger, such beauty will be as gorgeous as you pursue." You gave me your heart, but you forgot that you owed me a promise, a promise for the rest of your life..."

I owe you a promise, a lifelong commitment...