Pain, not just one person.

Flowers bloom and fall quietly, and youth is drifting away. Everything that happens in the world always leaves you at a loss and never comes back. It's too late to smile and wave goodbye to yesterday, and tomorrow may be crying and remembering the past in an unbearable trajectory. When the tears dried up, I found that it was not just a person who suffered, but a broken heart, a long-lost time and a long-forgotten story.

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I don't know why this spring is particularly cold. At noon, it is sunny. At night, the cool breeze hits the fallen flowers, and the branches sway like ghosts. Occasionally, with several lingering cold rains in spring, even the croaking frogs are hidden. Such a quiet night makes people tremble with fear. The more I want to escape from the atmosphere, the deeper I get, as if my soul was robbed and my heart was stabbed mercilessly, and I was speechless with pain.

This is probably the so-called injury to spring. For example, the ancients wrote: Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty, the cold rain came late, and the wind came. I really had that kind of helpless and sad experience when I watched it. And my mood is nostalgic because of retro, that is, there is a person holding lonely hands in a quiet atmosphere, wandering in this empty city.

Night is an illusory dream, in which reality disappears. It changed the past laughter beyond recognition. The whole person is insensitive and wants to cry but can't laugh. It is decorated with right and wrong. Yes, no one came to comfort such a person who secretly lost his mind, that's all.

Once, I imagined the sky as blue, thinking that meeting the right person in the vast sea of dust would be my destiny takes a hand's emotional destination. I never thought that a fiery heart would fade away under a sudden sitcom. I think, love at first sight will be the eternal ending, but a warm word will always pass by and will not dissipate. So that after that, my heart was full of lonely silence.

Actually, loneliness has nothing to do with loneliness. Loneliness can be a pastime to kill time, and loneliness is the persistence of deep attachment. The same is true of hearts and people.

Heart is a kind of silent dedication invisible to glasses, an understanding, a concern and care, and a true love. And people can be said to be superficial, such as a smile, a simple friendship, or a sentence I like you. To sum up, people's hearts can distinguish the meaning boundaries between like and love.

The night is blurred, as always, my desire for happiness is firm, like a moment when the picture is frozen but I can't touch it; The warmth is drifting away, and the lonely memories are held unchanged, seemingly sweet but still full of sadness.

Perhaps, memories are like a song, and the familiar melody lingers gently in the ear, like a dreamy intoxication in the joy of wandering at that time. But the sadness of that song was over, and I secretly remembered it, listening to the tears quietly until my voice was hoarse and my heart was torn to pieces.

In fact, a person doesn't have to pretend to be happy, just play a joke with others. Life is beautiful, but the world is vast. From a beautiful meeting, maybe the world will become very small, just to forget who you are or two people. But love is always too simple to leave. In the end, I miss you three thousand times a night, leaving me with poor loneliness and indifference, and I will never leave you until I die.

Many words haven't finished yet, and we are strangers. I really hate that I didn't do well and didn't make you happy. But gradually, this tenderness becomes tense until we become sad and lonely. I don't want to say it at first, because others may not understand it, and understanding may not be able to solve or reverse it. In this way, I squatted in the corner to comfort my shadow.

If it is a habit, I still can't get rid of the dependence on words. Accustomed to exile their scattered feelings in the ocean of words, lonely and helpless. I am used to letting the wind dry the tears in my eyes. Okay, I admit I'm vulnerable. Otherwise, I wouldn't use this pale narrative to pay homage to this doomed story.

Time is a journey, witnessing the dribs and drabs we have experienced. It used to be as gentle as water, and it has undergone great changes. Today, I am deeply heartbroken and hope to break through the autumn water. They all express precipitation with plain pen and ink, and jump into the wind and rain at the end of time. What will happen in a few years?

In fact, I know that mountains have a vision of mountains, water is still, and the stories of mountains and water are endless, but you have your ideas and I have my reasons. In fact, you are not me. How can you understand my sadness? A love story intersects our sadness and impermanence, thinking that love is higher than the sky and life is thinner than paper.

If you can drink alone, I don't want to believe that love is a hangover, whether drunk or awake, I just feel that the whole world is dark and the stream is dry. Eyes full of melancholy and heavy.

I have always thought that happiness is a luxury, and you can't get it without hard work. Just like seeing you again, will there be a different ending? In the sunshine, let's stir up your happiness, go to see the spring flowers and spend a beautiful and gentle time together.

Buddha said: if the heart does not move, it will not hurt. Between good and evil and life and death, letting go is practice. But after all, we are only mortals, unlike the disciples of Confucius and Buddha, who have never experienced love, so we don't feel pain. The white-haired old man is ignorant and childlike, and he is the Buddha's universal life in the scriptures.

And you are my other shore, just like the river of love and not love. Although it is difficult to cross, for two people who have loved each other, seeing is more indifferent and painful than not seeing. What's more, a thousand words turn into nothing to say.

Some words are true, such as I love you, I hate you, I'm sorry, it doesn't matter. Some scenes cry when you think about it, but who can dry the tears for whom? An indelible memory is an indelible pain.

I've always wanted someone who can walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter, live a carefree life, listen to streams and streams together, enjoy the sunrise and full moon in the east together, and witness a love that dares to decide with you. It's just that this road is too difficult and too short.

I thought you said it was better to have a long pain than a short one. I think you lied to me. Even if you are cheated, it is a happy thing, but few people will have the patience to cheat and it will take a lifetime.

After listening to a song, I fall in love with someone and go wandering with her. If you choose your destination, it is your freedom. I have no right to interfere and I won't beg for anything. You know my frankness, and I know your small temper. Love is like this, love and not love are in an instant, without reasons and explanations, but it takes a lifetime to choose to forget.

Because I care, I don't want people I don't care to see that what I care about is special, even if I smile as brightly as I do, and comfort myself that I am fine. At this point, I think I am very strong.

Living in real life, we should strive to change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed. Even though my heart is old, there is no hope.

Time is thin and cool, and passers-by are in a hurry. Life is short and long. You once asked me what you have been doing all these years. I smiled and said: Maybe you kick the shuttlecock and you take me to wear open-backed pants. I cherish this feeling with my life, and I will live up to it.

Maybe it's predestined, we can't change our destiny after all, and destiny is unknown in the future. No matter which way we take, there will be an ending. Life is like a flower. It needs sunshine and rain to bloom brilliantly. We should cherish the posture of each flower.

Perhaps, you love love more than yourself. I know myself better than you, but I don't know how to choose a life without pain. Maybe as I said, the concept of time can be witnessed and forgotten.

At this moment, in the silent atmosphere, I take my heart as paper and render the beauty of the chapter with tears. I held my cold arms and listened to the broken rain outside the window. In my sleepless thoughts, it's not just one person who suffers.