Talk about the joys and sorrows: Memories, the years have aged, and I have become lonely.

1. How far is the distance between hearts and why can’t we always see each other’s position? One thought is already the end of the world, turning around is so simple, and the barrier of a chasm finally becomes an embankment that cannot be crossed. As time passes, can memories be dried up? Those pictures that were spliced ??together unintentionally touch someone's pain and tear someone's sadness. I often read all my thoughts in the rain. The raindrops beat hard on the glass window, and the falling drops are shocking to my heart. The rain was intertwined with troubling thoughts and twisted into a knot. I really want to open the window and run into the rain, undergo an intensive baptism, and let the rain wash away all the heartbreak and peel off all the loneliness.

2. How many joys and sorrows and unsatisfactory moments in the world have left an unforgettable memory, which is then scattered in the dust, and the unforgettable pain has become a long-lasting itch. Inadvertently, the scars left by the years will be revealed. People learn to forget all their lives, but there are so many things that are beyond their control. When time passes through the loneliness of the night, the strands of sadness that emerge are always infected with a helpless emotion. Memories, the years have aged, and I have become lonely.

3. Gradually, I learned to disguise myself, wrapping myself with a smile in the hustle and bustle of the world, but I could never hide my sad eyes. If smiling is a good medicine to cover up sadness, then I am always looking for reasons to be happy. In the face of the thoughts that often arise, I always warn myself not to be too stubborn. I will not get any relief from the one-man show I write and perform. I always try to resolve the faint melancholy that fills my heart, but I can never find an excuse to forget.

4. A relationship always takes a lifetime to be complete, so how to direct a perfect ending? There is no time to live in this world, we all lost to endurance, and became each other's in various evolutions. Spectators. Memories are like gates that cannot be closed, always pouring out in the lonely midnight. The tentacles of sadness are stretched, ruthlessly tearing at the night in loneliness. Meteors have passed by several times, and I am full of words to express. I always wonder, in the lonely midnight, have you ever experienced the same loss? Can the moment when the meteor falls make a memory amazing?

5. I often feel unwilling to accept it, and a random encounter can be so profound. If It is said that all heartaches are due to being too persistent and not knowing how to let go freely and easily, so who will appease the loss of time? I always have doubts in my heart, has the years failed me, or have I dragged down the years? Otherwise, why leave? Can't get out of the whirlpool that I have stirred up? I always read in silence from paragraph to paragraph, looking for chapters with the same mood, but found that all the sentences were not profound enough. I also wrote late at night, scribbling the original outline, but I was infected by sadness again and again. It turns out that one person's dialogue is so humble, and a one-man show without an audience is so pale and feeble.

6. I once thought that when flowers bloom, my sleeves will be filled with fragrance, but how can the fragrance of one person interpret the romance of two people? The flowers are blooming everywhere, and the bees and butterflies are dancing, which adds to the loneliness of longing. The annual rings are thickening, and I look at the scenery of a tree, but it is swayed into the thinness of a willow branch. Time is getting older, day and night are constantly alternating, and I choose to be busy to cover up the emptiness in my heart. Whenever night falls, I talk to the stars in the sky, but ignore the moonlight scattered all over the ground. The clear shadow reflected in the pool is also full of loneliness. It turns out that like me, it follows the wind and dust in silence, and clings to a dream. A speechless ending.

7. Life is fruitless, and there are too many things that cannot be saved by fate. If time could go back again, I would pick up a delicate leaf, shake off the sadness all over my body, and cut off the sadness. It looks like spring and is made into a unique bookmark full of greenery. If time goes by like this, I would like to turn into a wisp of dust, forget all the sadness, accumulate silently at the corner of the years, and never be mentioned again...

8. Summary I will be confused about a relationship. Why do those careful cares become scattered in the dust? Is it because it cannot bear the vicissitudes of the years, or cannot withstand the polishing of time? Why are you and me missing from the writings engraved on the Sansheng Stone? Those poetic and picturesque words Does the chapter become a sad continuation with a change of writing? I often think about my own mistakes. Is it because I am not warm enough, or do not do well enough? Or my emotions are too fragile, and I will die young if I withstand a little wind and rain. After all, we didn't give the years a firm grip. We acted separately, but became each other's bystanders.

9. Often in a corner of silence and time, counting the passing years and watching the mist and rain, the drifting clouds, have you ever understood the loneliness of the sky? The far-fetched retention can not catch the ray of tenderness after all. There are always so many unavoidable feelings in the world, falling in love with a heartbeat, but feeling lost in the separation. I always wonder, if there hadn't been this gorgeous encounter, and you were still you and I was still me, then both of us would have lived a comfortable life, waiting for simplicity. If we meet again, can we leave behind all the prosperity and pick up the fragments on the ground and splice them into a stunning scene of spring flowers blooming?