In fact, after so many years, I know that I always like to write something after being slightly drunk, and I don't know whether it is to drive away loneliness or to seek a way to vent my emotions. Or both. In my slightly weak article, at every drop in the pen and at every punctuation point, it is almost the figure of the little idiot who loves the most, or the endless love, or the endless love, which permeates the veins of every thin text.
In recent days, the most expressed is always that feeling, that love, that powerlessness, in recent days always like in a person's, the thickest night, not noticed to secretly remind you of you, it is an indescribable pain, that is a pain that can not be recognized, instantly will be at the speed of acacia into the blood flowing through the body. At this time, with the spark of tobacco in my hand, it seems that I have become a lonely ghost, wandering in a world without you, I have no strength to break free, and I do not want to leave.
In the world, the word "fate" is the most difficult to explain, there are clouds in the Buddhist language, encounter is fate, five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for the encounter in this life. The literati also said that there are thousands of miles to meet, and the three laughs are in vain. And now that we have developed to this day, we have not looked back enough times in our past lives, or the jokes made by heaven make our fate in this life too shallow, so that now we, even if we meet in the sea of people, even if we know each other, even if we love each other, it seems that we are doomed to be unable to embrace each other. As the lyrics say, the distance between birds and fish, and then love each other, they will always look at each other in pairs, rubbing shoulders and missing. I often wonder, if you and I hadn't met in this life, what would we be like now... Would you think of another me waiting for you somewhere?
Before the log wrote a text about forgetting, in fact, this article aims to not forget, recall is really a very happy thing...
Thinking about it lately, maybe the word "love" is too heavy for us to put away, and maybe that's why you rarely say it. I can't meet you in your best years, I'm willing to spend more days in the future to make up for my "mistakes", yes, I am not right, I am late!! Like you said you would have met me sooner...
Dear, meeting with you in the crowd made me feel the most moving and beautiful heartbeat, dear, knowing you, let me feel my unrepentant love, dear, and your love, let me feel the sweetest tenderness. And now the temporary separation from you has stung the sorrow of my three lives... That night, standing in the dim light, watching you cry away, I didn't keep you, because I also knew that you, like the same, had blood in your heart that kept flowing out... Since separation makes us all so miserable, can we not be separated next time...