Departure, leaving behind the desolate sorrow of a silent string, going with the flow.
Separation, leaving behind the heart-wrenching memories.
The dormant love is like death, never to awaken again.
So beautiful, yet untouchable.
So desirable, yet unattainable.
The fragments of dreams gradually piecing together.
Love or no love, in the end, one cannot escape the baptism of pain.
Too many stories, when revealed, turn out to be farces.
Too many memories, when uncovered, are just scripts.
Time rushes on, chasing the steps of years.
Loneliness and solitude are merely lifelong habits.
Sunlight mixed with raindrops, just like the pain in happiness.
Sorrow and joy ultimately do not last a lifetime.
How long is a lifetime? Who knows?
Blurry as I say I have another lifetime, but who knows what the outcome will be in the next second.
After experiencing how much frost, dew, wind, and rain can one become invincible?
After experiencing how much parting and reunion can one stop being so hurt?
Staring blankly at oneself, how long can one remain dazed and foolish?
Innocence has long been taken away by cruelty, where is the innocence now?
Bitter smiles raise the corners of the mouth, raising how much heartache?
Tears, how many people shed them for love?
Happiness, lurking in the city, how many people lost because of love?
Laughable love, comical romance.
Who? Tell myself the sadness in love.
Who? Tell myself the pain in love.
In the end, there's no need to listen anymore, I already understand.
Unable to let go, in the end, isn't it still about letting go?
Unwilling to give up, in the end, still have to abandon?
Can't help but love, in the end, still choose not to love?
Time can bring you everything, and also take everything away.
Time keeps moving forward, the wounds of memories still linger.
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