Stranger, how far are you going

I still remember the rainy season of that year, the teenagers I met in that year; I still remember the staggered season of that year, the hurried meeting of that year, and the hurried parting. Sometimes, two strangers came along, but passed by. Sometimes, the two people waiting on the station, one on the left and the other on the right, sometimes the strange two people kept meeting, keep walking through, maybe a stop look, maybe a casual look, maybe you don’t know each other’s names, maybe you don’t know everything about each other, maybe you don’t have any verbal communication, I didn’t know anything about each other. Maybe when I met that year, I still deeply remembered the past of that strange and familiar teenager, except for memory, what is left? The demolished platform had no memories, no past, no ending [2] The youth of that year was in chaos, and the strange encounter was so scrawled and scattered. It turned out to be a long and long alley. After all, the time of running was not the change of the sea. Who was singing at the station that year? I still remember the rose Sky and the surging rain. I want to turn into the wind and freeze your sherbet smile. At that time, I was insincere and could not accept it even by myself. It was because I was not mature enough and the feeling of nostalgia was over. Those who had never been moved would let me remember how long. I can’t tell whether the trembling of my heart is still the reason for love. Those excuses that prevaricate myself still deeply carved the wound. There has been silence for a long time. After silence, it goes further and further, but it still leaves missing in the past. There is no retreat, how should I choose to be tolerant to myself. I have been waiting for you, but it is not what I want to wait for. How to hurry, say goodbye in a hurry, and realize the salvation of love. Always worried, or worried while walking, the pursuit of failure, can only move forward silently. It has been painful all the time, but it still hurts more and more. The freedom you want can only be borne by one person. The tenderness reflected by the sunshine, the dust of bathing and waiting, I think you are incredible, even I can’t guess myself at first. The repeated words are like raindrops falling outside the window, cold in my heart. Turned around and looked at the hypocrisy in the crowd, forgetting how to learn to hold the outstretched hands tightly. Better than crying, better than touching, better than letting love go. Around that year, the habit of that year, since that year, has become a gray sky, falling a shallow edge without an end point. After that year, every year after that year, you did not appear, and the distant distance made you no longer appear. We haven’t met yet, but we still changed after we met. I hope that one day I will return to yesterday, then I will stand at the origin and stop saying goodbye to my memory. At least about you, I don’t want to say goodbye. Perhaps, we should thank the most beautiful meeting in the world of mortals, even if it is strange, even if it is always strange. A city, a city that no longer has you. After you leave, you seem to be empty. Thank you for meeting you at a certain moment in this life, so that I can learn to find the original vision in my memory. Stranger, how far did you go? I wonder if our clip is still there? [Continued] 1.1 drops, one stroke, one piece of paper and one ink, dark fragrant sleeves in the curtain, dancing infatuated lingering of a lifetime. The smile was light, slightly leaning against the diaphragm to dry, the dusk covered the quiet yamarashi, and the plum blossom fragrance filled the air. A pool of autumn leaves drifted, throwing ripples, Moss all over the ground, cold and proud. The pink butterflies in summer swim through the endless fleeting time, and the past has been dyed into a cup of sadness, gently waving a sleeve of wind and rain. Empty sigh Shaohua sad, folds into a wisp of sound, watching the sound of dogs and horses, go with the waves. The flower of the other bank, opened for a thousand years, fell for a thousand years, flower and leaf never meet each other, love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. A piece of ancient scroll, recording years goes by after saying goodbye, drawing grief in vain. Text/clear water without fish

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