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Love that can't go back

Time: 2015-05-10 Source: Original Editor: Lonely Patient Reading: Times

We walk in the vast world, we fall in love, leave, we will fall in love with another, it is because I have walked, met, hurt, I will be like this, willful, or quiet It's time, it's you. Give me now. I love you. I can't look back.

When you turn around, when I cry, when we embrace each other tightly, and then walk across the opposite fork next second, what we see in the eyes is the orange sunset, the yellow sunset, all In the past, I have performed scenes in front of vague eyes, and sometimes a landscape, an air, a tear falling, let us remember all, let us let go of our love and hate, what we loved, hated, and hurt The heartfelt streets, those sweet and greasy smiley faces, how many people will we meet in this life, how many people will we meet? How many people have met, fallen in love, and left? How many people are lucky or unfortunate. Are we married and then quarreled for a lifetime? If you let you choose, which one would you choose? When love has been so lonely that it has become so beautiful, the thunder and fire that day turned into the brightness of the floor, and the collar was changed. What do you say about this love? Is it more love or not? Or will we regret knowing each other and curse the one who chose you to live this happy and ordinary life, but then what? When you open the door, the whole house is dark. When you go home, what will you feel when you wait for your light?

I love you, the day I passed by in the distant world, I love you, kiss me on your lips, meet my heart, I love you, if you never, we will forget too much I hate love and hate, but I do n’t want to, I have to remember you, I have to love, go with your love, because I have met you, because I have loved you, it ’s me now, like myself .

A leaf, a snowflake, falling from the sky, high, and leisurely, I looked up, smiled, and a back of Xiahong facing me, I searched against the light, looking for my original self, but found that I could not go back I love you, I ca n’t go back, I ca n’t get back to the time when I can smile at you and say good morning, I see that you will cry, although, it ’s behind you ...

We live a trivial and trivial life. We go to work, work, study, enrich ourselves, eat, sleep, and live the simplest primitive actions, different things. The first thing you want to call in the morning, the one before you close your eyes at night. The person who wants to hear the voice is not blank anymore. If everything can be taken away instantly, the hurt and pain have passed, such true love, I do n’t want to start from scratch ... because I met you like this in this life, like this You make me happy, with those energetic, smiling faces. This kind of you makes me stand on the corner of the street and look blank. This kind of you makes me realize that I have to work hard, I have to be outstanding, I have to learn, I want to enrich myself, so that you have created me now, I can't do it, can't go back in time, and then forget you, because everything I am reminds me of the difference from the past.

When you open your eyes and you are no longer, I can only smile and say good morning to myself, I can lie to myself, you are still, I can feel heartache, I can cover up, I can bury the helplessness of memories, but I have gone through a turn When I meet you, your frowning brow, your comfortable smile will cause me a twitch of heart, or you have a new lover in your hand, or you walk alone across the cross of the cold wind, I will Stop, look at you, the tears are looking at you so far, and then when the intersection leads you away, smile and say: goodbye, or when I have a new shore, I will come to our phase Holding the lens, crying and saying: thank you, but what am I thanking you for?

Maybe something I didn't know myself ...

Or thank you for giving yourself this way ... and the love you never forgot ...

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