Essence 2012-12-23 Untitled

(center) I even forgot how long I've been keeping this in my favorites (left)------------------------ Perhaps you only treat love as a game, but I loved with too much force. Yet I can no longer tell whether you are friendship or a love missed. The loneliness behind the splendor, the falseness of a glamorous mask. I have no ornate words. I just like to vent my emotions in this unfamiliar space. Nobody knows anyone, and that's the best part. A trace of an arc draws at the corner of my mouth, not knowing if it's a smile or self-mockery. Missing you has cycled through four seasons, yet I still cannot escape the memories. Some people will come in, and some people inevitably have to leave. I write words about love like flowers, yet every page is scarred. I have merely buried you in the grave of my heart; no one knows that you exist in my world. With an indifferent attitude, I live a life of going with the flow. Every happy beginning must have a sad ending before it. Those days pass like flowing water; no matter how we try to hold on, it will eventually slip through our outstretched fingers, making it all the more precious and often bringing us to tears. If sincerity is a kind of hurt, choose lies; if lies are a kind of hurt, choose silence; if silence is a kind of hurt, choose to leave. I want to reminisce, but I don't know how to reminisce about our memories. Sometimes, only a single tear makes our vision completely clear. I've seen too many landscapes, yet I can no longer find a reason to stay. It's not that every time you turn around I will wait for you; I will get tired, I will leave alone, I will give up completely. Salt is destined to dissolve, perhaps in the form of tears. Tonight there are no stars, only a faint crescent moon hanging overhead, illuminating the cold and desolate human world. Yes, desolate. I don't want to forget you; even if I could, I would rather remember all the sadness. You are like sunlight, shining into the dark places of my heart, piercing the sorrow. At night, the rumors about you, I remember them as lyrics; this is the only way I can recall you.Used to walking with my hands in my pockets, aimlessly wandering the unfamiliar streets.

Unknowingly, I suddenly had this feeling—not that I don't love, but that I cannot love.

When the heart doesn't move, it doesn't hurt.

You can't wait to forget on your own, you can only wait for time to pass.

One day, when you realize you can no longer remember what you were hurt for, that is the time of healing.

I let go of my dignity, let go of my personality, let go of my stubbornness, all because I couldn't let go of you.

If your heart already belongs to someone, never let anyone else fall in love with you!

What you once had, don't forget; what you cannot have, value even more; what belongs to you, don't give up; what you have already lost, keep as memory.

I wish I could still be a child, because scraped knees heal easier than a broken heart.

A person's greatest flaw is not selfishness, passion, brutality, or willfulness, but obsessively loving someone who doesn't love you back.

Sometimes, we are willing to forgive someone, not because we truly want to, but because we don't want to lose them. Not wanting to lose them, we can only pretend to forgive.

Every summer your smile passed, like deep ruts in the road, became a wound in my heart that will never heal.

I have seen all kinds of scenery, experienced all kinds of bitterness, in the end, it was only for the person I would wait a lifetime for.

Some words are hidden in the heart not because we don't want to say them, but because we don't want another person to be sad with us, and most of all, we don't want to see you unhappy.

Looking back I see no happiness, looking up I see no commitment. I can only say “It's okay” when I hear “I'm sorry,” for I still have the past.

Wandering between forgiveness and despair, the only feeling is pain.

Even if we are far apart, even if the phone says 'I love you,' who knows that after the call, there is helplessly shouting 'I'm sorry.'

Is it you who is changing, or am I overthinking?

‘Goodbye, remember that we promised each other to be happy.'

Remember to forget, I remind myself, you have already become just a figure in the crowd.

Sometimes it's not that we cannot let go, but it's a habit.

In life, we can't avoid the end of a journey and people leaving; betrayal or death, it's all leaving.

They all say from now on we are strangers across the horizon—so what is the horizon?Turn around, back to you, at this moment we are already at the ends of the earth...
I should be an independent individual, so why am I unable to leave?
Don't believe your own memories so much; the person in there may not be thinking of you in the same way.
If it's just an encounter that cannot stay, it would be better not to meet at all.
If you don't look back, why not forget? Since there is no fate, why make promises. All of today's events, like water, leave no trace. Tomorrow or any day, you are already a stranger.
The greatest sorrow in life is meeting someone very important to you, only to ultimately realize it was a mistake and not fate, and in the end, you have to let go.
Some people leave and never come back, so waiting and hesitation are the most ruthless killers in this world!
The gorgeous feathers flutter like memories with claws, and hopeless unrequited love is like rootless flowers, sand in the hand, bound to disperse sooner or later. It turns out that liking someone can be such a cruel thing.
Do you think the sourest feeling is jealousy? No, the sourest feeling is having no right to be jealous, it's not even your turn to be jealous; that is the sourest, sourest feeling.
If meeting you is already too late, please do not let me fall in love with you.
Every time the red spider lily blooms, quietly await the next reincarnation.
If dreams could last, I would rather let the dream take my heart away...
In the track of time, we are just a lonely subway train.
If we cannot be happy, can we choose to stay together like the left hand and the right hand?
Even painful memories are marks of our life. We cannot forget them, nor should we.
Memories are just an outdated beauty, expectations are just a pretense of happiness.
Why does Cupid shoot arrows at the heart? It is to remind us that true love can sometimes hurt.
When we were children, we cried and then laughed; when we grow up, we laugh and then cry...