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Have you been waiting for me for a long time? Everything ended in vain. You know, this wasn't the ending I wanted. In the occasional encounter, they are just as indifferent as passers-by. And I just look at you helplessly, just like I looked at me back then. On that snowy night, I left alone. It's not that it can't be done, it's that it cannot be done. We are all like this. That's a decision to make, right? but. But I still feel heartache. So, what about you?
The night is still very quiet, and the hour hand points to this moment. Everything is sleeping, and there are a few stars sparsely visible in the dark blue sky. Nothing else. You are used to scribbling and writing at such moments. Let his thoughts wander in the night sky without any clue. You always think that you are not alone. On a night like this, there must be someone like you. Missing. This is the process of missing you. That's the kind of thing. The process of self-redemption. What you may need is not an ending, but a process. That can be loved or hated. But you can also miss the process. Many things, many feelings. It's not something you can control, and the closer you try to get, the easier it is to lose. You don't understand it, but you can accept it. Actually, maybe it is. It's not up to you whether you accept it or not. You have no freedom of choice. It's like your life. your death. No one has ever asked for your opinion.
You are often stuck in this state. When you are in a dilemma, you do what you have to do. Say it as a last resort. Those strong desires in the past disappeared in the trivial matters day after day. What you try your best to do often ends up nowhere. But what does it matter? With weak breathing, you are still working hard. Life goes on. No one can determine its beginning, and certainly no one can determine its end. The flower watered with tears blooms quietly. Not outstanding, not outstanding. Just repeating the same gesture every day, looking for the dawn in the direction of the sun. But always. Dawn never came. It's early spring and it's still cold. You didn't see the spring in full bloom. The colors of winter are everywhere, and the white scenery makes your heart ache just looking at it. And under the hazy sky, it was just like the beauty when parting. Even if your back is to him, you can see clearly.
Yes. Yes. Now that's all you have left. In dim light. Your thin figure. I have been stretched by time for so long. Some pain gradually surfaced. The tears that had been held back for a long time burst out of his eyes. Ask yourself, you are not a fragile person, why are you so sentimental? The days pass quietly between your fingers, and you look forward to it. The day when spring returns to the earth. able. Abandon all the gloom and bask in the sadness on a sunny day. Let the soul that has been wandering for decades rest in peace as soon as possible and stop its hurried footsteps. Hope is not far away, you imagine that. A day when we can meet again. You gathered all your energy, waiting for that distant and uncertain date, and you wrote your vows over and over again. Looking at the direction in which the water flows, winter is taken away, and summer is also taken away. Time is frozen in this period and no longer moves forward.
It quieted down little by little. Under the cover of night, my thoughts gradually fell into the embrace of sleep. In this way, you cut off undue imagination with the help of external forces. In the brief silence, nothing existed except blur. Gradually becoming numb, gradually becoming confused. You quietly accept all the pain and reincarnation. And it's as sweet as sugar. Imagine that it is a kind of enjoyment, an empty enjoyment. If you don't care about joy, you don't care about pain. And when joy is no longer joy, pain is no longer pain. What is left in your empty body? when. In the cold and lonely memories burned in the past. No more slight ripples. You travel through the cracks of time indifferently, walking and looking all the way. In the blurry face. Is that your final destination? The night was fading, and a chill filled my heart.You frowned slightly and crossed your arms in a fixed posture. Keep your balance and don't fall.
that's all. They dispersed as they walked. You folded your wings and hid your tentacles. And never want to touch it again. Just pretend that those painful parts are not yours. Is it true that you have worked hard? Still, you tried your best. Not even there? You call your beloved's back over and over again, but you can't remain calm. unconsciously. Cry and laugh, laugh and cry. The only remaining glimmer of hope is looming in front of your eyes. What you want, you can't get. What you grab is not what you want. So what is not available, is it the best? Ask yourself. In fact, the answer is the same whether there is one or not. You greedily hope to get more, more tenderness. That's it, nothing more. And Yi never looked back.
My heart aches softly. At such a moment and in such a situation. None of us have a choice. Giving up, or possessing. It all becomes a mistake. Choice is a joke too. After all, we are only in the cracks of time. Occasionally meet, know each other, and cherish each other. Then say goodbye. Everything is doomed. Passing each other by has become a permanent mistake. And this mistake. Wrong will continue to be wrong. It was late at night and I gently closed my window. But it's just a window, that's all.