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Time flows away from the fingers in an instant, like fireworks, flowers bloom and fall again. The cycle of this season passes quickly. Text: It may be impossible for us to stay together forever. The silhouette once fell in the eyes of the sunset side by side, which seemed to announce the final sunset-like ending for us early. Now I can’t even see the appearance in the silhouette. We still forgot each other. We forgot that we always remembered each other’s seriousness at that time. We only became you walking out of the dust now, while I was wandering in the world of mortals. But I know. If you can catch it where you can be seen for a long time, you really don’t care whether you will stand side by side. It was written on the paper again and again that I didn’t say goodbye, but I started the trip again. You never know that I can’t do it all the time and never say goodbye to you. Every time I approach, I just want to sneak a look at you. Every time you go far away, it is just to leave a harmless space, so that you have no reason to say goodbye to me. I am willing to show my haste when I wading through mountains and rivers, but I never want you to see my staring eyes behind you. Never say goodbye is a city oath that I set at an untouchable distance. Out of the range you refuse. I remember when I talked to you, I once said that people or things valued most. It will not be mentioned easily. You agree that the long-growing happened without any sound for each other for a long time. It turns out that this is the best proof, because I am not the best in your eyes. So. I will not give you a disappointing ending: I am not the worst in your heart, and I can not make you feel bored. Let me do something like this. Then I stood not far or near. Keep a heart of support and leave a best berth for you. And I won’t let you see my worst stranding. The anger and delusion in the world are sometimes described as black and dark as prison. For one person. It can cover the whole life of another person. But I never admit that you will destroy my life. Because, I don’t know if there is nothing to think about outside the dust? The world of mortals is colored. Because of the color, you will feel that you are born in different flavors and fields. Just like thinking about you. Light, sour and light pink: just like reading the past, half wiping the sun and half wiping the morning dew: Just like leaving the meaning. Gray is not gray, just dancing ink. I still like to play with the distance between you like this. Regardless of the dust outside. I like listening to your voice and laughter. Unfortunately, I never let you know that my request is actually so tiny. Hear a piece of music you like to listen to the rainy season and the snow season. Get familiar with a song you sing to everyone around you. Just bury your smile at the bottom of your deepest night. The days with the wrong shoulders were outlined one after another on the paper. So, like it. It became silent in the longer and longer days. And staring at the standing posture quietly. Waiting at the pass of dust attack, although no one was seen, at least there was wind. If you forget one day, please don’t say sorry. There is a kind of persistence that only one person has. For me, that is not a load. As for you, it is always a load bearing. I would rather unfasten it into the Feather fan of your previous life and afterlife. If one day I forget you too. Please forgive the mottled fading of my life. I believe what I finally tried is still a complete sorry, even if I no longer remember who to say. I don’t need to hold my hand and grow old with you. Only one forgotten symbol is left to facilitate the search of the afterlife. My hair is longer, and the hair is always messy, but I am too lazy to comb it often. Once your Jingsu strong hands often passed through my blue silk and poured a little astringent warmth into my hair. There is always a Green Lantern ancient Buddha, there is always a passing year, there is always a heart like a cold mirror, there is always a blue silk also not cool. The days of having you have become a book, and you can taste it quietly and deeply. People who like it have already planted your appearance. Is. Only do far wait-and-see. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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