Thinking of you

Time has passed for a long time, and suddenly hearing the news about that person, the heart will still be touched by it.

But the past has long been sealed, the past is the past, can not change, can not start over, can only bury all the emotions deep into the heart.

I can't help but fantasize that if we turn back time, can we clear up all the misunderstandings? Can we embrace each other again with affection and treat everything that happened before as non-existent? The fact is that you will be able to get a good deal on your own, and you'll be able to get a good deal on your own.

I have asked myself countless times, if I were to do it all over again, would I still make the same choice? The fact is that you will still be willing to run into a fruitless relationship.

The answer is no, this life, truly loving a person is enough, no matter how the ending, I will not be forced, will not bother.

When our story came to an end, when you did not hesitate to turn away, I know, I have completely lost you, never to return to the past.

The next day, you will meet a better person than you and start another life.

Perhaps, for the rest of my life I still love you and think about you, but please rest assured that I will not bother you again.

The sky is cascading with dark clouds, the sudden wind blowing across the open wilderness, the wind whistling like an old sad song.

The wind of each season has a unique emotional color.

The wind in spring, always with a strong breath of life.

The summer wind, was humid and sultry, like a beast trapped in a cage.

The wind of autumn, with five parts of withering sluggishness, five parts of the harvest of insatiable.

And the wind of winter, with the pathos and silence of faraway places.

But no matter which season's wind, what is the emotional tone, the wind carries endless thoughts.

The spring, summer, autumn, and winter that we saw together in the past have long since gone, and now watching that spring and autumn has turned into a memorial event for one person.

The only thing I regret is not having done all the things I wanted to do with you earlier.

The end came so suddenly, one-second heaven, the next second hell.

We had built our paradise together, but now that you're gone, all the buildings have been turned into ruins.

In the days when I was hand in hand with you, all the scenery I saw was related to sweetness.

When you turn away, the spring is sad, the summer sun is sad, see the flowers think of confusion, see the rain think of parting, birds cross the clouds, butterflies sweeping through the grass, are turned into a sad theme of the show.

The whole world is falling apart day by day, just because it is a world without you.

You are the prerequisite for all the beauty, the pillar of happiness, so all this cannot be done without you, just like a fish cannot live without water like a bird cannot live without the sky.

In my dreams, I always dream of your fading back, no matter how to chase it is so far away.

The only piece of pure land in the heart is you who brought colorful colors into this uninteresting life.

The fact is that there are a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things.

The fact is that you will be able to get to the next life to complete the regrets of this life, and this is the only way to comfort yourself to end a long sleepless night in the fantasy.

The sun and stars alternate in the unreachable sky, and the faces of the old days are gradually blurred, perhaps with you like the sun and the stars, under the same sky, but never to meet.

I can't forget the way you turned around, even if at the time each other ruthlessly said some hurtful words, but after the layers of time filtered, leaving only the hard feelings.

The time we spent together was so good, so good that I didn't want to forget every second.

I know in my heart that you have already left, after the good and bad, and are no longer related to me.

Whenever the memories flood in, the heart hurts like a knife, but unfortunately that good memory forever can only be memories.

The heart is like a bottomless pit, swallowing all the happiness and positivism, no matter how hard to do more things to make yourself happy, can not fill the emptiness, only to feel yourself closer and closer to the abyss, about to fall into the bottomless abyss.

The reason is that love is not allowed, so it is nagging.

The fact is that you can't help but see the back of a person who looks like you at the corner of the street, and you can't help but get your heart racing and your blood rushing to the top of your head in an instant, and you're nervous about catching up, but you don't dare to confirm it further, afraid that it's you, and even more afraid that it's not you.

When separated for too long, reunion becomes a mixture of sadness and joy. The first thing you need to do is to see, or not see, everything is not going back. If this is the case, seeing each other is better than missing each other.

The fact is that you can't go back to it, perhaps for you, the residual feelings have long been left, nostalgia is sometimes a one-man show, with no audience, and no applause.

The fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a few of these.

The most important thing is that you can't get to the other side of the world and it will only be broken down.

Love you, think of you, think deeply of you, but I do not dare to disturb you.

You, already I can not return to the once.