Rain falls out of the window, and tonight, whose lovesickness enters whose dream; Whose tears wet whose heart; Whose waiting eclipses whose love.
The lonely sky can't see the distant tomorrow, and I stayed up all night in the dark with tears in my eyes. Who said that the world is still warm without you, who said that you are still at ease without your hug, and who said that your love is a lonely wait.
Some people say that curling up is a good posture, like a lonely teenager. Perhaps, outside my dream, I once hugged myself with my hands in a lonely moment. What's that mood? I dare not confess to myself, I think, maybe everyone has a lonely forest in his heart. Many times, we will ignore its existence, and when we are sad and lost, we will unconsciously move towards it. Looking at the gloomy forest, there is only one person, and the emptiness in my heart will take root deeply. As a result, the pain that breeds from the heart will grow wildly in an instant.
Love, many times, is hurt. There is no absolute happiness and no eternal happiness. Just like a child, you never know whether it will cry or laugh the next second, so you must always be ready to be you the next second.
The vast sea of people, I choose to meet you, in the most beautiful moment to meet the saddest you. I thought that time would wait for us to perform all the betrayals and disappointments, and then let us make the final choice. If we go back to the moment when we met, will we still be willing to hold hands? I'm just wrong. When all the sadness and tears were irrigated in this lonely heart, I found that he had gone and never came back. Like falling snowflakes, after melting, they can't go back.
I don't know what the definition of being strong is. Maybe I shouldn't cry and leave all my sadness to myself. In those unknown stories, it's not us who are wrong.
You said, don't run away for love. Because we always stagger each other's shoulders, go in different directions, and disappear into each other's sight after the next intersection. I didn't look up, I just didn't want to see your eyes. Your eyes are a temptation. I am afraid that for a moment, under the illusion, I really walked into your heart. But I really want to know why I didn't meet my first love.
That night, I read your parting with my sad mouth. Sorrow is just loneliness. When you left, you left me an untraceable message: God kept us together and separated us, so don't let love escape this time. It's just that I'm confused Who says every man will meet a princess? Who says we are all princes? Who says the world is beautiful? I don't admit that there is such a place. Maybe it's just an illusion.
However, after meeting, I am still willing to wait for your appearance.