Autumn rain seeps into memory and dyes lovesickness

In the continuous rainy night, it is suitable to miss and miss those common pasts hidden in memory that have never been revealed. After I came to this strange town, I was in a state of losing contact with you. I used to think forever, looked so pale and powerless in front of reality, I couldn't help but evoke a touch of self-deprecating, I used to be so naive. At that time, you were like a necessity in my life. Without your news, I would be more or less sad. But now, it seems that I have long been accustomed to not having you by my side.

I used to think that even if we leave, we can still be friends, at least the kind that is closer than a friend but less than a lover. However, at this moment I realized that maybe it was just my wishful thinking.

Autumn rain seeps into the memory, a little bit of lovesickness. Memories flowed over the tide of lovesickness, wave after wave, beating at the heart. Although I had told myself to learn to let go, the feeling of tearing my heart told myself that it didn't.

When I just left that city, my longing was soaked in every lonely night, and I always thought of you habitually, and thought of every bit of the name "Once". I miss if there is a sound, but I don't want it to be sad tears.

In fact, since I left there, I knew that our contact would definitely decrease slowly, but I never thought it would be so fast. In just one month, you and I have adapted to a world without each other, or more precisely, you have adapted to a world without me.

When I first arrived in this city, helpless and lonely, I always thought of you, because I couldn't help it, so I took the initiative every time, but when the replies became perfunctory until waiting. I heard the sound of heartbreak, and I knew that the end seemed to be not far away.

Sensitive people tend to think too much. I happen to be this kind of person again. All the initiative will make me feel panic. The whole process seems that I am the one who sticks to you, as if my world would not turn without you.

When my thoughts were struck, I instinctively began to endure, coupled with the cooperation of work, this is simply perfect, I don't have enough time to think of you. And you haven't taken the initiative from beginning to end.

In this way, I do not take the initiative, nor do you take the initiative. The raglanks at the corner made each other a passerby of time and an indelible part of memory.

Autumn rain filled my heart, and when Acacia touched the memory, I realized that you were still stranded in a certain corner of my heart, only from the previous dynamic to static.

You are no longer so arrogant as before, unscrupulously occupying my day and night. But you will still break into my dreamland in the silent night, and I am willing to fall into those tranced dreams, just because you are in that dream.

Twenty-eight years old, past the age of hearing love, but I have been alone. What is a career? Money? Rights? It is just a beautiful lie heard by a young man with dreams, and an empty dream that he tries to accomplish alone in this lie. I once owned love. It was also the baggage I lost on the road when I went to the big city to find my dream. I have a lot of money, but I am still far from my dream. When I want to keep working hard, I find that I have lost too much in the past few years. My father is already gray-haired, and my girlfriend is already someone else’s child. Youth is coming to an end. I smoke more and more, always cough, exercise less and less, and my waist is getting more and more painful. When I think about my dreams, I find that I can’t do my best. I remember when I was young, someone asked me what kind of person is the most painful. I said a person with great ambition but mediocre ability. At that time, I laughed at some people for my sentence. Now I have experienced it personally. Of atonement.

Some people, some things will make people remember and move, but there is no time for memories in my world except for being busy. Is money really that important? If it were when I was young, I would answer yes without hesitation. Now I will hesitate to answer, but the answer is still yes. After all, my age is not enough to comment on this issue. If money makes myself lose the most precious time in life, I would rather not, but there is no turning back in life. When the song of good times sounded, that person appeared on the lawn of this school, the green grass was long and the sky was blue and blue.

After arriving in a strange town, I am in a state of losing contact with you. I used to think forever, looked so pale and powerless in front of reality, I couldn't help but evoke a touch of self-deprecating, I used to be so naive.

At that time, you were like a necessity in my life. Without your news, I would be more or less sad. But now, it seems that I have long been accustomed to not having you by my side.

I used to think that even if we leave, we can still be friends, at least the kind that is closer than a friend but less than a lover. However, at this moment I realized that maybe it was just my wishful thinking.

The autumn rain seeps into the memory, tinged with lovesickness. Memories flowed over the tide of lovesickness, wave after wave, beating at the heart. Although I had told myself to learn to let go, the feeling of tearing my heart told myself that it didn't.

When I just left that city, my longing was soaked in every lonely night, I always thought of you habitually, and I thought of every bit of the name "Once". I miss if there is a sound, but I don't want it to be tears of sadness.

In fact, since I left there, I knew that our contact would definitely decrease slowly, but I never thought it would be so fast. In just one month, you and I have adapted to a world without each other, or more precisely, you have adapted to a world without me.

When I first arrived in this city, I was helpless and lonely. I always thought of you. Because I couldn't help it, I took the initiative every time, but when the reply became perfunctory until I waited. I heard the sound of heartbreak, and I knew that the end seemed to be not far away.

Sensitive people tend to think too much. I happen to be this kind of person again. All the initiative will make me feel panic. The whole process seems that I am the one who sticks to you, as if my world would not turn without you.

When my thoughts were struck, I instinctively began to endure, coupled with the cooperation of work, this is simply perfect, I don't have enough time to think of you. And you never took the initiative from beginning to end.

In this way, I will not take the initiative, nor will you take the initiative. The raglanks at the corner made each other a passerby of time and an indelible part of memory.

Autumn rain filled my heart, and when Acacia touched the memory, I realized that you were still stranded in a certain corner of my heart, only from the previous dynamic to static.

You are no longer so arrogant as before, unscrupulously occupying my day and night. But you will still break into my dreamland in the silent night, and I am willing to fall into those trance dreams, just because you are in that dream.