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no longer

Time: 2015-08-24 Source: Original Editor: North of Mobei Reading: Times

At what time was stolen by God, the distance between us became so out of reach? And when was it that sad memories of your beautiful memories were put together?

We used to be so familiar.

The rare same interest is the doomed reason for you and me to know each other. The special name is an irreplaceable deep mark, and the letters connecting emotions are to keep the footprints we have traveled together.

Your outward cheerfulness always surrounds me easily. You make everyone happy, accompany you crazy, and accompany you to experience youth; your inner maturity is exquisite, leaving me lost in the sea. With the reliance, no longer afraid, continue the unfinished voyage.

Able to recognize your voice without seeing you; Able to know your existence only by footsteps; Able to distinguish your style from others in the works of many creative peers, who can, and Like me, so familiar with you?

I look forward to seeing your sunny smile every day. Childish willfulness has always been your special interaction mode for me. In front of you, you don't have to cover and camouflage too much. This is your sense of security.

It's just that everything is different now.

The common interest has become a curse. The special name is so painful. The yellowed letter also wants to be blocked forever without touching.

Your free and easy confiscation of my smile, your delicateness is the reason for my sadness. The past expectations have become evasion, especially the surplus left, and the sense of security has long disappeared without trace.

However, I can't learn to fly in the sky without you.

In my ear is the melody of Zhang Shaohan's "Real", just like the current state of mind, except that my sky is not vast, and you have really left me.

I'm just living in a single space, breathing ...

※ You give too much, I ca n’t wave it, but I ca n’t let it go ...

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