The rainstorm outside the window is like a note, the world is vast. Get up, staring at the rain outside the window, dazed. For whom is the rain falling ruthlessly? Or is it about loneliness and loneliness, is it wronged and turned into tears like tears? Randomly play a slow song, open a book called " Those Loves That Are Far Away. Warm love, sticky notes, fleeting years, accent, like these chapters like a small tab directory. In fact, it is just an unconscious look. Thoughts have moved away with the title of the book.
The furthest distance in the world is not love, hate, but familiar people, gradually becoming strange. Although the best times are always particularly short, I believe that we will remember those who have been moved.
I still look forward to the sunny day, imagine the feeling of the warm little sun shining on my back, close my eyes, and try to calm my sadness. Many things go through before they really understand and understand its essence. The same is true of love. Sometimes two people who love each other are tired because of deep love and hurt each other. It ’s not that I do n’t love, but I do n’t know how to maintain love. I want too much, but I ’m also afraid of losing. Maybe it is very difficult to achieve selfless love in real life. There are only a few, but this is the true meaning of love.
People who love each other must know how to cherish it. Love really requires sacrifice, commitment, and tolerance and patience. It also requires more time and freedom for each other. Maybe love is too deep, maybe love is too shallow to talk about love, maybe it is in the running-in period, only by understanding each other's understanding, can you understand what is love. A good love can stand the test of time. If one party no longer loves, it is even more important to learn to let go, no longer let the thoughts and concerns become the burden on the other party.
Life is like a train. The world is a passerby, friends wave and leave, and love is drifting away. The wind is uncertain, the people are impermanent, the two are scattered, leaving you lonely. After seeing the afterglow of the bustling city on earth, no matter how beautiful it is, it will end. Rarely meet in this life, but loneliness is like a song. Until the bustling end, in this troubled time, it will be a trance.