楼主
Exhausting all expectations, the wind stops and the mind calms down. The sunset returns to the mountains and seas, with deep meanings hidden in them. No one is without regret, but there are those who do not cry out for pain. That feeling seems to have come again, both sad and hard to say. Behind many seemingly insignificant things, there is too much powerlessness. Gentle, restrained, simple, don't ask, don't complain, don't remember. I haven't changed, just my mood has changed. I'm still me, just facing reality with more helplessness and silence. I haven't changed, just my mood has changed. I'm still me, just facing reality with more helplessness and silence. Without the pride of the past, I have also lost the appearance I started with. But life has predicted your prediction. There are many things I want to say, many things I haven't said, and many things I can't say.
No matter how well you do, there are still people who dislike you. No matter how sincere you are with others, there are also people who doubt you. If you consider others' feelings too much, you are destined to feel uncomfortable. You will live in your own world for the rest of your life and only be good in it. After the age of being happy when given candy, accustomed to the ups and downs of anyone, indifferent to the gradual distance of anyone, the pattern opens up, and the so-called heart and lung digging suffering is in vain, living without heart and lungs is not tiring.
A person with a tough mouth but a soft heart is more likely to suffer losses. Even if your heart is half as tough as your mouth, you won't have to live so hard. Being soft hearted and embarrassed will only make you feel wronged. Kindness and forgetfulness are survival weapons.
Before becoming heartless, women have paid all their tenderness and trust. Those who are tolerant and forgiving come at the cost of punishing themselves. Whoever softens their heart gets hurt, becomes more transparent, and when facing people's hearts, they become calm and composed.
There are millions of ways to live, it can be this way or that way, but it's not what you think. All things can't withstand time and reality, and what makes people mature is not age, but experiencing maturity.
Okay, after saying so much, I admit that I no longer love him. To be precise, I have long been a part of him, and I still can't forget the reason why I immersed myself in him. It's nothing more than the sincerity, hard work, and irrigation that I put into him, all of which ultimately went down the drain. I became a huge joke in this game of love. I don't understand, unwilling, unable to let go, unable to forget, regardless of good or bad, once it reminds me, it is vividly remembered. From beginning to end, I never imagined that I would lose so badly and completely. Especially during the initial separation period, I couldn't sleep at night. And he turned around and forgot everything, starting the life he wanted. How can I be willing to accept it? Still in love? Do not love anymore. But that unwillingness, that resentment, after many months, cannot dissipate in my heart. Now, I ask myself, is it because I am suspicious or because none of the people around me are sincere? When it came to this, I was stunned. I remembered what I said before, that the world is making way for the brave, but I can't do it! I am a clown and a coward
What is love? I can't explain it clearly, but it's definitely not a game, not cold violence, not shackles, not humility, not making people suffer. There are many loves in this world, but I am not among them. I have taken many detours and suffered a lot.
I raised flowers for someone else that didn't belong to me, so I held a grudge and never raised flowers again. I made you forget me, but in fact, I can't forget you. I'm not afraid of getting caught in the rain. I'm afraid someone will suddenly give me an umbrella, making me afraid of the rain and slowly pushing me back into the rain.
But bad emotions cannot be shared like songs. Until today, I have never met someone who truly heals me. I am always pursuing the path of being loved, stumbling and consuming myself.
Because it's too sweet when we're together, just thinking about the days when we can't be together all the time makes me want to cry. I never want any apologies or mistakes. My heart has never been broken from the beginning. I don't know what I'm enduring. It's early morning now and I'm having insomnia.
