500 words long talk about the loss of mood.

If one day, things that move your heart can no longer touch you, things that make you angry can no longer irritate you, and things that make you sad can no longer make you cry, you will know what this time and life have given you and what you have paid for your growth. Fate is over, we turn around, become strangers, and even look back, we are no longer nostalgic. Everyone has his own way to go, and no one can accompany anyone to the end.

I hope you won't be sad for too long. I hope you can eat a lot of food in the future. I hope you don't look back at me. I hope there will be many sunny days there. I hope you can sleep well every day. I hope that even if I miss it occasionally, don't wait. I hope the farther I go, the better the scenery will be. Hope, one point and two widths, each gives birth to joy.

I still know you after breaking up, but I don't want to see you again. You have a good life, I will not bless you, you have a bad life, I will not laugh at you. Because from now on we are strangers. Your world no longer has me, and my world no longer has you. I'm sorry, what I lost is what you lost.

When you leave, you will never understand how I got through the most difficult days; I will never understand how I put out the hottest feelings; I will never understand how I buried the most bitter wound; I will never understand how I can fill the most empty loneliness with blood and tears. I always go first in a sea of people. Please forgive me for my virtue and skill. I'm fine and strong.