Emotional prose

I will deeply remember your tenderness.

Stare up. Fragmented memories are floating and wandering.

Bow your head and shed tears. The water at the fingertips overflowed. Go on.

In an instant, retired.

On the sidewalk, on the roadside, in the car, in the warm shop, it is still as prosperous as before. Somehow, sudden injustice. Cry like a child.

The past is gone, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the world is prosperous, but it can't escape the world. Such a grievance. It is also unknown. I only know that the world makes me feel very tired. I want to find a corner and be an inanimate object.

I used to remember that whenever I cried dynamically, there would always be a phone call, asking me what was on my mind, guessing my thoughts, calling me Xiaoli gently, and feeling distressed that I didn't eat and sulked. But now, I don't always talk, and you don't always call. Everything is so far away.

I'm so cold when I say bless you this time. You said I caused this. Actually, I just want you to be happy with her, no matter what.

I will remember you. All right. I remember someone once said I was his princess, someone once sang me to sleep all night, the jokes you told me that made me happy, and my jokes about a 5-carat diamond ring. I remember someone who understood me very well. Even if you have that now, you still say that I am your favorite one. But you don't know, the person I like, but I'm not his favorite person, so I know I'm so wronged and sad.

That year, we met as scheduled and never had a chance. Even though our personalities are so perfect, the feeling of hitting the nail on the head is deep in my heart.

And you, I want to say, I really remember you and the days when you moved me. Now let your heart be with another girl and be happy forever.