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If only you hadn't appeared before me at the very beginning, then perhaps I wouldn't have known the taste of happiness. How cruel you are, giving me all the love so suddenly and unexpectedly, telling me that you will always like me and will never leave me. It made me mistakenly believe that I could be happy like a spoiled child, it made me mistakenly believe that as long as I held on to you, I could own the whole world.
Time can prove love, but it can also overturn it. There is no kind of sadness that time cannot alleviate. If time cannot make you forget those who shouldn't be remembered, what's the point of the years we've lost? If all the sorrows, pains, and failures were fake, wouldn't that be great? Unfortunately, there are many false sentiments in this world, yet our heartbreaks, sufferings, melancholies, and rages are always real.
Sometimes, when I look ahead in confusion, I clearly know that the sea over there doesn't have you, yet I still stubbornly board the train to chase after the love that you don't understand. Fear always exists truly, splendid loneliness always accompanies us. After all, I should realize that I can't linger in the same place anymore, I can't obstinately guard what won't come back, I can't struggle while watching your mediocrity.
I don't like talking but say the most words every day, I don't like laughing but laugh non-stop. Everyone around me says my life is full of happiness, so I also think I am really happy. But why do I suddenly become silent among a large group of friends? Why do I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd? When I see the autumn trees shedding leaves wildly, I forget to speak; when I see the warm yellow lights on the road as the weather gets darker, I forget my original direction.
We are too close to memories and too far from freedom. Sometimes we yearn for them day and night, just falling in love with memories. A moment of hesitation, a betrayal, an accident, is enough to make it wither. Freeing oneself from everything, the clouds disperse and the fog fades away.
At the moment of encounter, I stood in front of you, just a stranger. It was a glamorous masquerade ball, and after the show ended, I became a lonely and dim woman, like the void beauty of fireworks. I like such texts, immersing myself in the lowest posture, not needing anyone's attention, alone in a corner laughing and sobbing, not needing anyone to disturb my peaceful life anymore.
This smile used up all the strength of sorrow; this realization used up all the places of memory; this farewell used up all the courage to love; this cry used up all the expressions of your love; because this is the last time I love you.
What women can't forget is emotion, what men can't forget is feeling. Emotions accumulate over time, feelings fade over time. In the end, they are different things, so who can understand each other's deep love, and who can comprehend each other's departure.