Say Goodbye to Yesterday

Today, I quietly leave in the quiet imagination. Tomorrow, I will stumble in the sound of today’s breath-taking. Yesterday became a memory of the past in the alternation of today and tomorrow. Looking at myself in the mirror, I found that my youth gradually grew old in this infinite cycle. There are only crisscross waves left on my face, pouring out the vicissitudes of wind and rain I experienced yesterday. Although a little lonely and a little cold, the oncoming road is still extending forward, and the terminal is always so far away. I really want to stop the instant nap and enjoy the boundless twilight. But I know I can’t be obsessed or sink. Even at such a moment, it would only make me lose the courage to march forward bravely and the only ticket for tomorrow. Not letter tears. Tears will only make me cowardice, and will only stop me. Yeah! Only by learning to give up, bear tears to give up the burden on your body, reduce the load, immerse yourself in all the difficulties and climb up the top of the mountain which is directly inserted into the sky can you enjoy the beautiful scenery on the other side of the mountain. Looking back at the people behind me, I looked up at me with unbelievable eyes and marveled at me for tearing the blue sky curtain. Yesterday was just a small station that I passed by. No matter how beautiful, how colorful, no matter how romantic, I just want to wave my hand to say goodbye without leaving a trace of clouds. Say Goodbye to Yesterday, grasp today and welcome tomorrow!

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