Waiting for your news.

I have been waiting for you all my life

One day, I tied my life with yours, like the collision of stars, giving off dazzling light, thus merging the tracks. On that day, I thought our nerves would be together forever, but I found that we were always different individuals. You have been in my heart for a long time, and in this way, you have carved many marks, and those things in your heart can't be erased even if time passes.

One day, immersed in a sleepless night, I heard the melody of missing again and again in my mind, only to find that I can be silent if I like someone, and the reality is sweeter than a dream and unbelievable. Since then, you have been in my dream. I wrote down all my dreams with that worn-out pen, but the reality is just an emotional depression. Writing such sad words for a person you like is a very harmonious and real thing, probably to arouse that unique resonance, but the result is just to sprinkle salt on the wound. Dream and reality, some people say that I pursue platonic love, and I pursue a situation of empathy, but I can't escape the reality of seeing you every day, so I have to choose to suppress my emotions.

One day, I shed tears in the most painful way. Although there are only two tears, my heart aches. I still remember that feeling, without the squeezing of eyelids, tears filled my eyes like this, and then clanked down. I think you are the only girl who can make me cry like this. Not before, and I don't think there will be again. I feel a little self-righteous, thinking that I can face and deal with it calmly, but I am forced to put on the shackles of reason for such emotional things, and I can only sigh at night with trepidation and trepidation.

I left gently, just as I came gently, I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky gently. It quietly left, without taking away a cloud, leaving nothing, leaving only some sadness and helplessness, really confused and at a loss. Finally, it left, quietly. Maybe it saw too many tears in the world. Out of kindness, it chose to leave me when I was drunk. As a result, there is one less painful tear in this world. ......

Still confused and at a loss. Why is this happening? Ask for it.

People are sometimes so tired and bitter when they are alive. A person, what he wants to see all day long, is excited when he sees it? Is it ecstasy? In short, there are not many words. But if this person disappears before your eyes, all that remains is the loneliness and loneliness of the waiting party.

Life is endless, and we live in such care and indifference, mistakes and mistakes. I don't understand why people should be so selfish and have such high self-esteem. Maybe we can be selfish when we force ourselves to do what we want, but if it's for the things or people we like, can't we let go of selfishness and let our self-esteem suffer a little?

Perhaps, what I said is a bit far-fetched, but I hate those who care but don't care, and those who only talk big. Care but don't care, that's true selfishness, more accurately, cruelty. People always meet inadvertently, miss unconsciously, are beautiful because they care, and regret because they don't care.

Listening to The Mermaid on mp3, I wonder if she (Han) will cry? Unconsciously, I thought of you again. I don't know why. You didn't let me listen to this song on purpose. Of course I won't love my house. Maybe, maybe Jie Jun sang my heart and understood my wish …

Meeting you is a fate that can't be expressed in words, or it will always be two parallel lines that can't intersect and never end. People around me, busy, come and go, make me dizzy, maybe I can't find some comfort. They did it for me, but I did it, even fleeing in panic on the empty street corner, secretly feeling sorry for myself.

Night brings a burst of chill, and it hurts so much. Like a knife, there will be drops of cold liquid sliding down the cheeks and penetrating the air, which is silent, unknown and not pitied …

I was thinking, too. I've been saving this position for you. My left side (you said you like to walk on my left side) can't be replaced by anyone but you. I really hope it is your warm hand that wipes away my tears, but in the vast sea of people, I have never seen the direction you have taken in my life. I'm looking for every trace of you I lost. Have you ever heard the sound of heartbreak in the distance?

Every day I will give myself a reason to live well, not for others, but for myself. Happiness is a day, so is unhappiness. I learned to feel and enjoy life. Only those who know how to be content can be happy forever, and cherish the present, even if it is unattainable, it is far happier than having it.

You can refuse my love, but you can't refuse my love for you. I want to love you, even if I regret it, I have no regrets.

Waiting for you to fade and bloom. When you become a butterfly, you will come here. Waiting for your eyes to fall in love. When your feeling becomes a song, please wrap me in melody. Waiting for white, you look forward to a winter.

This is a tiresome compromise. Can you kneel on the hard rock and feel the pain?

When you die, your head will touch gently, when you cry, you will lean on my shoulder, when you are willing to let me dry your tears, when you tell me your faint worries, when the storm comes, you can still remember that there is another me in this world. Waiting for you, waiting for your call, waiting for your news, waiting for you to finally see me standing in the same place forever.

This is a kind of willing torture. Would you like to drown in the deep sea? If the sea were you, I would say loudly that I did it.

Waiting for you to let me walk into your dream on a full moon night, waiting for you to give me happiness when the autumn wind blows, waiting for your acquiescence to let me gently hold your hand, waiting for your cheeks to flush when you laugh, waiting for your affectionate eyes when you laugh, waiting for your shining smile to appear in front of my eyes. Waiting for your attention, waiting for your turn, waiting for your smile, waiting for your acquiescence, waiting for you to love me, and giving me the right to love you.

This is a beauty without complaint. As long as you pay, please believe that I will not live up to it.

When the ruthless wind and frost blurred my blank vision, when the heavy snow blocked my tired way home, when the cold river soaked my feet,

Do you know I'm waiting for you?

Waiting for you to hold up an umbrella for me, even if it is a broken umbrella, waiting for you to put on a dress even if it is as thin as a cicada, waiting for your beautiful eyes to be filled with tears …

This is a silent comfort. But it is far warmer than the sun. When all the people in the world abandon me, when all my faithful shadows abandon me, do you know that I am waiting for you?

I don't want the pity of the whole world, I just want your love.

I think I will still think of you. I'm not sure. All I know is that I still love you. All I know is ...

But, who knows, my pain, my suffering …

Quietly, the night left, turned around and my heart began to melt. Not long in memory, the mountain city has never been sunny, and the long fog has always fascinated her, as if afraid that someone would see her face. There are no distant mountains here, it's close to me. But her image is still so gloomy, only the grass in the south is still growing wildly in the depths of memory. They are singing a blue sad song, that is, forgetting me and crying for the freedom of the soul in the depths of sadness.

I think I have arrived in an uninhabited wilderness, facing the wind and following the last cool breeze of that day, pursuing the fragrance of the petals. I want her to feel your presence and comfort your lonely figure.

I'm afraid it didn't arrive. In this way, my silent song at night will never become a chapter. Because you are the only one lying under the covers singing lonely songs. Alas, that heartless night must be sad for me, emitting a series of black lights, cold and desolate. Do you want me to feel better? I can't help wondering.

So, I smiled, and finally I smiled. Crazy is your own, sadness is your own, and even everything is your own. I wonder if it's time to bury that long scroll. Still wondering, who can tell me the answer?

Recite your poems and tango your mood all the way. Just because the rhythm inside is writing my dreams. But it has also been lost in the gap of time, just like a mirror.

Infatuation will wake up in a crazy moment and become a fragrance you want to capture. Everything will be blank, no longer remember. The premise is that if you haven't listened to his voice with your heart.

When you left, the strings of my life suddenly sounded. It's all broken, but I can't hear it. Perhaps forbearance and recklessness are just a kind of determination, just a sigh after the incident, just the indifference and impermanence of life. That's it, so I still live in willfulness. I won't be afraid because my heart is empty. If there is, it will only be a small grave full of grass, where my first youthful fantasies and waiting are buried. .

If someone hits me and passes me by, I can't see my explicit smile. Because I have burned my eyes in the passage of time, the whole world is covered with film, and I can't see anything. I think, after all, those worries will disappear without a trace. But I still believe that the passage of time is not like weak water without a ripple. Otherwise, I'd rather wait for you again, maybe on the grass by the water, waiting for a day, a time, a minute, a second, a moment in ten thousand years. ...

It seems that I am just humming a cantata for my loneliness. At the moment, even if there are scattered flowers and moons outside the window, I can't change them. I can only watch them disappear with my eyes open and there is nothing I can do. I don't blame myself, let alone anyone. Well, that's it, but I accidentally lost a foot. And I just obeyed its wishes, endured until the end, and then sank in the wind. But please rest assured that I will never shake my shoulders in depression again.

So please take me to a lost place. It must be a place I haven't been to, and that's where I can't go back. When the depression is over, I will slowly weather, and then there will be no bones left. Perhaps, from now on, it will be each other's horizon, each other's close at hand. This is the distance between you and me, not far, because at least you know that I love you, although … it seems to be a tacit understanding, if in the future, I will still smile sweetly. Let me think of you in an accidental moment, think of your slight smile, like a meteor falling in the distance in the snow, ok?

I also know that nothing can be nostalgic, and all is inevitable. Walk slowly, that's my scattered hope.

I was tired and decided not to wait. Never say goodbye, just sighing, buried silent pain. I think that when the wind blows, the fear of the night will fall on my shoulder and bite my silent eyes.

Warm winter has passed cold pain. I tried to catch something, and finally found that everything was just an empty joy and I was sad for a while. Sometimes I hope to have a good beginning, but I get a bad ending. Sometimes I hope to have a good ending, but the boring beginning kills the beautiful story.

So I chose to forget and know what sadness is. I don't want to remember too much, but I can't forget too much. Don't want to lose too much, but leave regrets in the dark.

Perhaps, my choice will disappoint many friends. Sorry first! Thank you for your long-term concern and comfort, thank you!

Let it be.

Maybe,

Maybe?

Maybe!

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