In your world, I'm just a passing happiness (redirected)

Once, I naively thought that you would be the eternity of my life. It was not until later that I discovered that I was wrong. Wandering in your world, from beginning to end, was like fireworks, so brilliant and short-lived. The night of longing blooms so tenderly through the light of the lanterns. The wandering pace is lingering on the edge of darkness. My lonely figure is like an elf in the dark night, always dancing its own dance in a deserted corner. Who can hear my sigh, passing through this desolate world, stopping in the direction when you left? It is the call in my heart thousands of times, floating vaguely and clearly in the wet dream. I can no longer seem to describe the outline of your face in my memory, and the promises I once made have also gone with the wind, disappearing without leaving even a trace. I know that from the moment you turned around, I no longer have the strength to read this record of time. The flowing night is as deep as ever, the streets covered in moonlight, sadness and longing dance together, filling my lonely heart. Just like that, without knowing it, I fell into the ocean of memory and could not wake up for a long time. If it is said that time has widened the distance between each other and diluted the traces of love, why is it still so unforgettable when I think of it? Was it that the pain was too thorough at the beginning, and the crying soul was engraved with eternal marks, stubbornly wandering in the interlayer of time and unwilling to disperse. Perhaps, there are many things that even time cannot restore! For example, scars, such as memories, no matter how the years change or how time heals them, they will always leave traces of clues.