In the past, we didn't know what was precious when we were young and reckless, until one day, when we look back on the past, we realize that the taste of tears is salty...
The first time she cried in front of you, her shoulders trembled lightly, her innocent face and long eyelashes were covered with crystal tears, and her reproachful eyes looked at you. You felt this was an exceptionally moving picture. Suddenly, you felt a bit excited and happy, and your heart was vaguely filled with a certain inexplicable sense of pleasure. Because this was the first time she lost herself in front of you, this was the first time she shed tears for you. After a brief sense of pleasure, you felt pain, as if the girl's tears had flowed into your heart, making you uncontrollably feel酸楚. At this moment, she became the most helpless girl in your eyes, like an injured little beast that needed your comfort. You immediately panicked. You fumbled for a tissue, clumsily wiped away her tears, gently coaxed her to blow her nose with the tissue, then hugged her close, not allowing anything to hurt her. But she still cried, so her tears flowed into your chest.
The second time she cried in front of you, the tears fell in large drops. She didn't bother to wipe them, just standing there alone. You secretly glanced at her from the side, and it seemed like she carried a lifetime of sorrow, with clear tears streaming down her face. Your heart trembled because of her. You embraced her plump body, softly whispering in her ear to be good and stop crying. She pressed her face against yours, so your face got wet with her tears. You secretly stuck out your tongue and licked the corner of your lips where her tears had fallen; they were salty...
The third time she cried in front of you, you inwardly thought how many tears women can shed, and how poor this girl's endurance was. Silently, you handed her a tissue, watching her clean her face herself, then looking up and saying sorry. Her red eyes choked out a response of "it's nothing." You quietly met her eyes and gazed at her. Your heart was calm as water... She still cried in front of you, but you didn't know what she was thinking. You thought you hadn't hurt her, you didn't understand her pain. She would cry while on the phone, sitting in the car, even while eating at a restaurant. The more she cried, the more you hardened your heart. You didn't say a word, calmly waiting for her to finish crying. Later, a thought crossed your mind: her tears don't represent pain...
You only see her cry in front of you, do you know that in places where no one is around, on the bed at home... she cries for you in solitude? She sits on the floor, covering her face with a blanket. She won't let the tears flow into her heart, because the heart can only bleed...
Do you know how many times she warned herself that this would be the last time she shed tears for you? Do you know how many nights after crying she washed her face with cold water and placed ice on her swollen eyelids? When others asked why her eyes were swollen, she replied that she drank too much water before sleeping... She once cried and told you that no other man would have her tears, and you smiled it off. You thought it was just empty talk, but you were wrong. No matter what other women do, she could only truly and deeply love one man. She doesn't have the energy or enough tears for every man who accompanies her in life.
Now, she still occasionally sobs, but she no longer lets her tears flow freely like before. Because she has realized how cheap tears seem in your eyes, she tries hard to control herself, repeatedly reminding herself in her heart not to cry.
She is an emotional girl who doesn't know how to keep the tears from flowing.
She cries for you merely because she loves you, and she sheds tears because she feels pain.
Finally, one day, you no longer possess her. She leaves you. You finally lose her. Years pass, and the youthful emotional wounds and recklessness are all locked deep within your memory. When you lie on your sickbed reminiscing about the past... unintentionally, you open the sealed memories and unexpectedly think of her, recalling the years spent with her, her smiling face, and the soft, young body you once embraced, remembering how she laughingly put a tie around your neck. Recalling your laughter and quarrels. Finally, you remember her tear-filled eyes, her tears. Suddenly, you realize that those were the clearest, most real memories she left you with...
Girls are adorable, don't let the girls who love you cry anymore...