If you are safe, so am I. Sad prose

If the heart doesn't move, what does wind energy do? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine.

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The wind is blowing and the fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, blurring my vision. There is a familiar song in the earphone, and I have forgotten how many times I repeated it. "Some people break up when they walk, and some things fade when they look at them ..." So much unhappiness, so much disappointment. I miss you but I can't forget you. I'm dreaming. I don't want to wake up. Think more, in this winter, now, after falling leaves. As in those days, those clear eyes are still at the end of the road.

Once, I watched you laugh and laughed with you; Looking at your sadness, I am also silent. Perhaps, you didn't know me at that time, and you didn't know that there was such a face that looked at you in a daze. When you smile at the sunshine, I think you are an angel with broken wings, like the gorgeous summer flowers and the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life is a quick glance in this life. I said: I would like to be the tree outside your window. Just like Xi Murong said, I only hope that the Buddha can let me grow up in front of your distant window every day, and quietly stare at your daily comings and goings, joys and sorrows, until I die of old age. In the sun, the flowers are blooming solemnly, and my expectations for past lives, this life and the afterlife are written on petals and leaves. Do you know how much I miss those leaves? Do you know that colorful petals are my long-term hope? Looking back 500 times in my last life, I only got a pass in this life. So, how many times have I looked back in my last life, just to know you ... I have always loved you deeply, and my fate is shallow, and my fate comes and goes, and my fate gathers and disappears. One day, we will forget each other. There is a faint fragrance in my memory to make up for my life and salvage the past wholeheartedly. I wish you a peaceful and peaceful life.

I always thought that people are getting old slowly, but they are not. People get old in an instant. Maybe every day I blur my vision, change my face and recall the story: "If you like someone, go all over the world to find her, don't wait for her to come to you, she may be waiting for you … don't let her wait for you." If the person you like is getting married, tell her, even if it's to blow out the tires of her wedding car. This is your last chance to speak. Take this secret into the coffin, even the funerary objects are worthless. "At that time, I will be a moth who has never seen the light in my life. When I meet a fire, I will jump on it. It doesn't matter if I burn others, and it's not a pity to burn myself. Burning the whole world is nothing, just want that-light. I have always lived in a lonely world and felt the most terrible cold in the world, so even in the fiercest sunshine, I feel a little cold. This is why we are so unwilling, like a desperate fugitive, trying to bury all the good things with our bodies. But I'm just a coward after all. I know what is impossible, and I must have hope. I obviously want to gamble my life, but I have no reason to gamble. Finally, the coward who has no way out can only leave and let us go through hell alone and reach heaven!

When the sun rises, the moon sets, the flowers fall and the leaves fall, and the world under heavy snow is silent. Our years have washed into the sea with time, the waves are beating against the coast, and the story you wrote on the beach is swept into the endless abyss by the rapids. The noise of the floating world is like the huge but erratic sound of the waves in my ear. Can you hear me? I and the whole world love you very much. Everyone has a city of his own, whether it is wide or narrow, prosperous or barren. As long as there is a person living in the city who cares about himself, a memory and a scenery, they will stay for a lifetime. I think my city is full of you. I don't know when I left this city, and I haven't seen it since I turned around. Only a breeze blew deep sadness. Time is a thief, always stealing those beautiful memories inadvertently: beautiful face, true feelings, happy life. Until then, we forgot what we lost and forced ourselves to get used to loneliness. But no one likes loneliness, just not disappointment. I don't want to expose my heart to the sun, it's too painful and painful. This is just right, seeing your happiness, so happiness is your happiness. May someone accompany you from one place to another, if not, may you be your own sun. I hope you can remember me, remember that I once lived like this and stayed with you like this.

When the wind stopped, the gorgeous leaves had fallen, the rotten trunk, the dead leaves on the ground, and the quiet sadness. Perhaps, in a winter, in a dead street, I will really meet you. Greet like an old friend. You say "I hope you are well" with a smile, and I also laugh: "Nothing"-hello, I'm fine.