Long time no see, I hope you have been well
In the long river of life, time is always both laughable and lovely. It allows you to meet people you like at certain moments, sometimes brings people you dislike, brings some people into your life, and unknowingly takes some people away. Some who leave never come back, and I, too, have no intention of accepting them again.\ I have long forgotten in which spring, summer, autumn, or winter we met, and then we happily lived together like that.\ I also forgot on which day I started to loathe or even reject some people I never liked from the bottom of my heart. One day we stopped speaking and became strangers. I also forgot when it seemed I had long gotten used to life without your presence.\ Hey, hello! Sorry, I forgot when and in which beautiful place I met the intoxicating you. You were so beautiful that I couldn't extricate myself. Also sorry, I forgot the exact date when we said goodbye to each other.\ Perhaps in some corner, I'm sorry for letting you meet such a terrible me, and for the bad times we went through together. Yet I still feel grateful that such a terrible me had a period of absurd years, even if they are forgotten in the corners of memory.\ I still remember the figures deeply imprinted in my memory in the past I can't forget.\ Once we had unruly youth.\ The trifling, insignificant nights of heartless crying and laughing, I still remember them too.\ In some year and some month, when we parted ways across the world, who went where, who remained, I still remember.\ Still remember…\ Also remember…\ Still remember…\ It's just been a long time since we met, are you well?\ On nights when the streets are crowded, could you still recognize me at a glance?\ The me you once hated, disliked, or liked.\ The people I hated, disliked, or liked.\ Long time no see, are you well?
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Hey! Chief, that 'soldier is really rustic'... (Is the soldier really that rustic?) I don't feel that way at all!
Once again, I see the autumn scenery of Pingshan, but don't say the sound of autumn—scattered and bright as fire. Proud bones bloom on the branches, after the charm blooms, it follows its own path.
A single inch of horizontal ripple pities the delicate beauty, smiling as if fleeting years, as if drifting clouds and smoke. Eyebrows painted with the sky, sorrow unfulfilled, half-curved cold moon breaks through the vast sky.
A single inch of horizontal ripple pities the delicate beauty, smiling as if fleeting years, as if drifting clouds and smoke. Eyebrows painted with the sky, sorrow unfulfilled, half-curved cold moon breaks through the vast sky.
In the prose, the beginning sentences of the first and second parts draw out the seasons and scenery for too long, and the beginning and ending of the second part are also slightly separated intentionally; this is just my 'simple' opinion~~
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