We missed the time

The vow you once made has not been fulfilled yet, and at this time, who are you talking about your grace. I still remember that I was not a person who could let go at will. I remember all the things and people that moved me. Memories are deeply immersed in the quicksand of time, but I still can’t help grasping the time we spent together. There are happiness, sadness, sadness and imagination. You said you liked counting stars in the night sky, muttering one on one side, one on the other side, and one missing on the other side. And I always look at you foolishly until the night falls and even stars are tired. Hearing this, the sound of tears passing through my mouth gradually turned into fragments of memory, rising up with the autumn wind. Oh. I smile. I know I have many bad problems, and I have made you feel terrible for countless times. But I have been making rare changes in the time you forget. Maybe you don’t remember it, or maybe you remember it but forget it. I hope this is the second explanation, although it is not the answer I want. But I know that we tried to become the beauty in each other’s eyes, so let the oath add a shackle to that beauty, but they ignore that each other’s inner heart is the strongest fortress. What can I do when I think of it? Prose index.html You said we were still best friends. However, I stubbornly believe that the term friend is just a cover for the virtual emotion shown by my inner fragility. There is a kind of touch that cannot be given by friends, and we have never experienced that kind of frustration. All right, write down a bunch of words. But I can’t write any more. Tired? Tired? The maple leaves everywhere hurt my eyes, but I couldn’t help praying for it to drift away with the wind and bring my missing to you by the way. We missed the time and also missed forever. Then let the memory freeze the feeling, and the unconscious sight begins to change again.

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