A diary of a tired love mood (1) In late summer and early autumn, you disappeared in this city.
In the early autumn of September, I walked in this bustling city with the small green umbrella you gave me.
The rain in September wet the coat, but it opened our memories.
? Hoo hoo, Xiaomi, what are you doing?
A week later, you sent a message.
I won't call you back when I see the same as before. I don't know what you mean, whether you forgot what you said or whether you think it's more fun. You told me not to contact again to please her. I'm disappointed in you. Yes, I did. I didn't contact you.
My friend asked us how we have been recently. What do you think I should tell them?
You also commented on me, my Weibo, my WeChat, and you are unscrupulous.
? Have you really forgotten me?
How could I forget? I haven't forgotten anything, but some things are only suitable for collection. Can't say, can't think, but can't forget.
Now, I am just someone else, just like you are just a passer-by. If we had a look at each other and a warm smile in the depths of time, it was already the fate of trying our best to repair it in previous lives.
There are always some likes, but after a while, it's too late. I live in your lost songs, embrace all the notes, sleep in your lost books, and all my days and nights are on the cover and back cover.
Every love song played on the radio at night, every shadow spread on the mountain road, are the words you inadvertently wrote, so that I can read it year after year. The world is your will, and I am the only relic.
? I broke up with her?
? I still can't forget you, you know, after so many years, I'm used to it, and the person I want to protect will always be you?
? I was really impulsive. I know my careless words really hurt you, and I'm sorry for what she said to you. I was naive, of course you wouldn't mind. Usually, you are so generous, careless and stupid. How can you make an accounting comparison?
Yes, I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid. I am very angry. I am really disappointed, but I forgive you. After all, we are not very close.
? After breaking up, I came to another city, your favorite city, where it was going to snow soon. I wish we could watch it together when it snows here.
I turned off my cell phone, and I was scared. My umbrella was blown to the ground by the wind, and large leaves hit my face, covered with tears.
However, I always know that we will never be like before.
The person who once insisted on going all his life in the eyes of the other party was just a passer-by, but during this time, there was a song that we all liked. There is a book that we all like. For a time, we liked each other.
Thank you for leaving me and letting me see myself clearly! Thank you for loving me and for loving me now. Thank you for appearing in my life, accompanying me through the beautiful time of adolescence, accompanied by blood and tears, and growing up with me!
I'm fine now. Without your phone, my daily routine is normal. Is this not good? Why lower your body and repeatedly say that you are hurt by love? Love is not a drama with tears, and there is no narrative of dispute and confrontation.
A beautiful encounter, a gorgeous opening is the end of debauchery. Just like love that is too young is never suitable for pursuit, because we are still on the road to growth. Some people can only leave; Some things can only be given up; Some memories can only be buried in my heart.
Later, I learned to save myself. Learn to follow suit, learn to look down on our drifting away.
Finally, learn to leave you. I know how helpless you are, and I am not ignorant. We're all fine.
One day, I will raise my glass to my collision, my courage, my stubbornness and my willfulness in your eyes.
I picked up the broken umbrella that fell to the ground, looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, and was tapped by the rain. All the sounds are so rhythmic.
A Diary of a Tired Love Mood (2) Whose smile conceals whose sadness?
Do you remember?
The best time we ever had.
I think so. It has been a long time. I don't want to write about myself anymore. But stubbornly like to use words to commemorate the so-called once.
Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life and who is the soul of endless sadness. I looked back at my growth path and watched it day by day.
I stood on the side of the road, watching countless people pass by me with a straight face. Occasionally someone stops to smile at me.
Suddenly I feel that every back is so familiar, slowly disappearing into the crowd, drifting away, an infinite loss. Tears in my eyes.
Now I feel that I have lived alone for a long time. I am used to curled up and crying in the boundless darkness. A certain year. One day. Maybe not anymore.
Everyone says I'm too sad. Maybe there's a sadness in my bones. So sad people are doomed to be lonely.
Seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, I forgot the sadness of this half year, so I lost half a year, a short and long half a year?
Now my heart suddenly hurts. Feel helpless. There is no direction. Empty body, full of confusion
At the beginning, at the end.
Your past is unforgettable. This is Luo Xiao's signature.
Acronym? Once upon a time, finally? No nostalgia is forgetting.
Like the love I once had, forgotten in the years?
When I think about it, I will still have a smile on my face, because I am very happy?
Looking back for an instant, sadness is gently picked up and memory is stranded?
I have been looking forward to, looking forward to one day, I can meet someone with me? Soul? People I met. Say to me:? I will stay with you in the future, and I will never be lonely again.
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