There’s always something that’s too late to sayThere is always one person who is the cinnabar of the heartThinking of those words, those silly tears falling downJust one sentence. How are you nowIf love forgets tears and doesn’t want to fallThose blessings Let her arrive for meIf love understands the price of commitmentIf you can’t give it to me, please give it to him in its entiretyIf love forgets, do you remember?
This late night, I wrote these words and gave them to you who used to love you so much. Just, I remember, do you remember? What I want to have is something you’ve ever thought about? I don’t know. I don’t know, why, I would like you so long, why is it just a casual fragment that makes me infatuated with this. I don’t even know if this can be called a kind of love. I have been asking myself, what exactly do I like about you, or whether I use you to fill my void.
Somehow, some images linger in your mind, becoming clearer as you work harder. Forcing yourself to forget is actually a reminder to remember.
The people you meet and pass through in life will leave a mark on your mind, no matter how deep or shallow they are, they are experiences that cannot be changed or erased.
Sometimes I don’t like being sentimental, and I hope I’m rational and powerful enough to forget something. Uncontrolled thoughts come upon you in the darkness of the night, making you unable to resist surrender.
“If we have to say who we owe, or whether we are owed, it is now irrelevant. Time has diluted the right and wrong, and the red faced wins and losses we once fought for are now just a matter of pride.”.
When I grow up and mature, I realize that there is no eternal love, nor can there be undiluted hatred. Love is not a necessity in life, despite the fact that moths have crashed into the fire and caused their heads to break and bleed. It has taken us too much effort to love ourselves, and there is no room to love others.
Perhaps when I was young, I was obsessed with my own efforts. I only loved myself who was fully committed to love, but my heartfelt efforts did not yield the expected return. Therefore, I mistakenly regarded love as evidence of loving each other, thinking that without them, I would not survive. Finally, I survived well, and I loved myself the most.
Unconsciously, we forget about love and lose the courage and motivation of love. The older I grow, the more I fear love, the bleak ending, and the heartbreak again. Reason tells us that the mature moth who flies into the fire is a joke, and adults who cannot control their emotions and emotions are incompetent.
So when walking, we lose our ability to love. Without a beginning, there is no end, no disappointment, and no sadness. Therefore, we prefer to be lonely and lonely, because this is a person’s joys and sorrows, controllable, and not ridiculed.
The cost of believing is too high, and the cost of forgetting is even higher. Life has been shattered, and we are all striving to endure the pain. Loneliness keeps us awake, because being awake won’t be influenced by emotions.
No longer have the courage to defy oneself, I don’t know whether it’s luck or sadness, at least not again heartache. If love forgets, if the heart is tired, if everything cannot be repeated, if you are not who you were before.
Without extravagant expectations, one will not be disappointed, life will be calm and safe, and one’s heart will be as light as water without desires or desires.
