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In the end we never met again

Time: 2015-05-02 Source: Network finishing Edit: Reprinted Reading: Times

When there are few people, I like to walk backwards. Seeing that the food around me was far away from me, it seemed that I couldn't catch it. Normal walking is getting closer. It's scary.

There are always many people I meet, so much that I don't even know myself. Sometimes when I see someone, my heart is blowing gently like a breeze, the wicker is shaking and I am greedy.

People always remember something small and small. Too many years to forget. It's just a small action, but the lost time cannot be compensated. Not even that person's name. Even if they meet again, they may not know each other. In memory, there has always been that shadow.

So I started to think about the world of one person and two people. Maybe one person, too. Although occasionally lonely, there is much less fetters. Life is so long that it takes only a few years to walk alone. In the next few decades, it will be too much for two people to walk together, and the time of one person will be even better.

I often regret that if I said one more word and asked one more word, I wouldn't even know your name. The more you know nothing, the more you think about knowing everything. One side, after years of erosion, also became unusual.

Many people believe in destiny, and this fate will come again. There is no unexplained encounter, and you will always get a satisfactory explanation in the days to come.

After deceiving oneself, trying to comfort myself, in the future, everything will be clear.

Stumbled, ran a lot of roads, and in belief and suspicion, went through many years.

No one can predict tomorrow, so they can only go bravely.

Some people like to be in the midst, because that is the best interpretation of love. Because it's you, because it's me. Not for anyone, just for what is already doomed.

Someone likes to say that because it is the best cover for negative feelings. Because it is him, because it is you. Not for me, but for the evil fruits that were planted.

Is it one afternoon that one day, when you turn your head, it is the face that can't be discerned but is deeply in mind. You can be vague and not sure, but you must feel strongly that it is him and you will not be wrong again.

However, there are many such scenes, and most of them pass by in a hurry. Lost at the end of the road.

Later, we have our respective destinations. I often think of it, but I often forget it.

I thought the fate would arrange for us to see each other again, but I ignored the fate can be deep or shallow.

Eventually the midsummer passed and I had no expectations.

When I don't believe in the next meeting sincerely, you really don't show up. The vast sea of people, but no one like you, when I turned around, handed the most casual but most unforgettable hope. I shuddered, reached out to pick it up, didn't say a word, and never saw you again.

If I can still meet you, I will seriously ask you what your name is.

I'm in front of the screen, thinking about how you look.

In the end, we really never met again.

Where are you now?

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