Memories become increasingly blurred, until I can no longer make out your eyes clearly. I can see prosperity, but cannot touch memories.
I lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and exhaled the loneliness into the endless darkness. I waved my hand to disrupt the falling smoke, amidst all the disturbances, everything could not start again. I left it to the wind and rain to take its course.
It should have been a night with a starry sky, but dark clouds came quietly. I didn't know if tonight would be a night without starlight, or if it was to accompany his profound thoughts and the lingering faint sadness.
I didn't dare to recall fully. No matter how much I thought about it, it ultimately wouldn't change the fact that I was just playing the leading role in this unfounded sadness. It could only add sorrow to my already tear-blurred eyes. Without any other distinction, the brief romance hadn't even had time to cherish before it vanished like mist. Sometimes, I doubted if it was all just a dream, but the pain felt like needle pricks imprinted on my heart, reminding me that it couldn't possibly be just a simple dream. It wasn't allowed to doubt. Her name, her appearance, every word she said was striking at my already broken heart. She spoke earnestly of mountains high and waters long, of never separating. Whenever I thought of this, my heart felt as if it were being torn apart. Looking into the boundless darkness, I had to remind myself that it was really just a dream. Seven years passed in an instant, and it was still impossible.
I just hoped that there would be someone who, when I said "it's fine," would know that I'm not really fine; someone who, when I force a smile, would know that I'm not truly happy.
The midnight bell tolls quietly. Stretching out my hands, I grasp nothing but endless darkness. I seem to have transformed into a particle of darkness, drifting with the darkness to the heavens. Feeling the ethereal world, breathing in the lonely darkness, waves of sorrow instantly arrived. Collapsing in the darkness, I slowly stood up, opened my eyes, feeling helpless or perhaps unable to extricate myself from yearning.
Time flies, years pass quickly. Time treads through seven years of sorrow-filled dust slowly, without revealing a hint of emotion, only a dim figure hidden in the darkness where sunlight has long disappeared, quietly savoring the taste of longing. It's like a cup of rich old wine, or a bitter coffee, the taste of which no one understands.
Night, whose call has been made desolate.
Holding hands, we walked across the football field that was empty except for sand. That scene, your faint smile, is etched in my memory. But those solemn vows have quickly turned into unreachable dreams.
Returning to the computer, I opened the notepad and typed a line: "The past is like smoke, all things happen for a reason."
If love had divine will, there wouldn't be a story more tragic than this one, stimulating my tear glands repeatedly. The coolness sliding down my cheeks, your once familiar voice and smile in my mind, intensify the sense of loneliness.
Night, whose thoughts are made lonely by absence.
I saw the slight upward curve of my own mouth, expressing inexplicable feelings in incomprehensible words. The quiet night buried me deeply, dissipating like smoke.
Is the same story unfolding for you under the same sky? In the pitch-black night, it, made whose longing linger, unable to leave, unable to subside.
Flickering fireworks let me feel my existence, emerging from the darkness. The word "longing" has become too weak to describe the sentiment of missing someone. Thousands of words fail to express my feelings for you at this moment. I know it's not just simple longing.
Everyone has a sadness they try to hide, yet it remains evident.
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