I have been forced to retreat my sadness again and again, and I am thinking about it again. I like the warm quilt with the smell of skin. The sense of security is thick. I like the bangs covering my eyes. No one can see my mood. My crazy and evil heart goes the Arctic leap in the South Pole I like to fall into the memory and can’t climb out and then be sentenced to death by time. I am unforgettable. I have been separated from life and death. I have been betrayed and split. I have been happy. I have had the determination to die. There looking back, cunning, narrow-minded, naked hurt, so many can’t go back. I have many people I like. Really, I only love you. A real soul has no fixed place. You are my city, but not mine. The sun is desperate. With great fanfare, the bright sunshine is shining, the silent curtain, the hot gold frame of the drama, can’t see my helplessness. I can fall in love at first sight. I can throw all my life out for anyone. I can write warm words for you. I have painted a thousand kinds of things about the future in my mind secretly for you. I want to tell you the most touching love words in the world, even though you can turn a deaf ear to it. I thought you could save me from the boundless loneliness. I thought I could love the world more with you. It’s just that I made a fatal mistake. I forgot that you are not mine. I forgot love is not that you can do whatever you want in the name of love as long as you have love. Because you can be forgiven and do what you think is right under the banner of love. After all, it is water Moon Mirror flowers living in different worlds. You can live without me. I can’t. No matter how sad your heart is, you can still do it. Without me, but I am different from you. I am would rather do nothing than leave me thinking about you, thinking about you unconsciously and wanting to shed tears. You are as helpless as me. Whenever I think of this, I am embezzling the power that burns my life. Go on and use the courage accumulated again and again to tell you to give up, but after hearing what you said, I love you, I feel sad about those tangled thoughts, those words that can’t be said or asked it doesn’t matter if you take a word so easily. I’m not forgiving you, not indulging you, not praying for your sympathy. I am really reluctant. What a terrible person I want to I am. Am I so neurotic and extreme? Gentle and not excellent I don’t care about people even don’t know how to love someone no one likes the real me no one needs me but you don’t know how much I love you lose to your heart don’t know how to be a good love please if you give it back to me, I can’t make myself cheap. I can’t make myself humble in front of anyone. I am the most proud of face, so I don’t care about anything. You are nothing. You are not worth mentioning. You are nothing. I don’t need to ask anyone for help. Smile to anyone. Coquetry to anyone. Compromise to anyone. Pretend that I can give you freedom. Anyway, this kind of thing is originally used regret, isn’t it? It’s so funny that we are so muddled and hard to hurt each other and do well, bad, worthy, unworthy, anything stinging breath, lost yourself, don’t calm down, don’t be afraid of me I lost my temper. I ‘d rather just argue. I can apologize and eat each other. It’s like two trapped beasts. At least it can prove that you are still there. You see, we are stagnant. What we consume our feelings left is burning skin. The intermittent tears make people increasingly doubt whether it is necessary to continue. In fact, you have no idea how stupid and ridiculous your self-righteous love is in the eyes of people who don’t love you. Cold Tsingtao beer is the sexiest thing in summer. It is strange that I am not drunk since I was a child, even if I feel uncomfortable, I will be extremely sober. It is very good. I feel that it is as strong and vigorous as witnessing my own death. The pain makes me shiver. I why can’t you ignite your feelings.

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Will there be so many people in your life. When you encounter something unsatisfactory, you want to talk to her (him) at the first time, and then cry with her (him) in your arms; When you are happy, you want to talk to her (him) at the first time. Share, let her (him) feel the joy of success together; When you encounter the moment you can’t make a choice, you want to discuss with her (him) in the first time, let her (him) help you find a way, advice him? Or she? Is family? Friends? Or lover? However, no matter which one, not everyone can surround you. For example, my parents are in the remote Urumqi, where riots happen all the time and people have to worry about. Friends are scattered all over the country, Suzhou, Xuzhou, Huai’an and even Japan, living their own life, sweet or bitter? Unknown. As for lovers, the other side of the ocean, Australia with opposite seasons, that beautiful and fascinating place. Then, do you miss them? I am always dreaming recently. I dreamed that my family gathered around the table to have dinner and was happy; I dreamed that my friends came all the way to see me, and my heart was full of emotion; I dreamed that I would go to meet friends with him, and I was always in such a situation. Is this a miss? When I occasionally pass by a breakfast shop and smell some familiar smell, I suddenly think of the steaming appearance of Hu spicy soup and fried bread in my hometown; When I accidentally turn to a photo, what flashed in my mind were my friends who struggled together in the third year of senior high school, those days filled with sweat and tears; When I heard a song unintentionally, what came to my mind was, you are far away, are you okay? Is this a miss? Then, if you miss it, there will be a voice? Miss May announce? What was that sound? Maybe it is the sound of raindrops in spring. Raindrops tell you that you have never been wet in that rainy season because of him; Maybe it is the sound of flowers in summer, and flowers tell you that because of her, you are not lonely in that period of youth; Maybe it is the sound of fallen leaves in autumn, and leaves tell you, because they want to leave leaves at the root wherever you go; Maybe it is the sound of snowflakes falling in winter, snowflake tells you that your life is never cold because of him, her and them. I hope that my missing will be the sound of the clock, ticking, ticking. It tells me that I once loved someone deeply in a certain period of time; In a certain youth, there was once a group of people who accompanied me to go crazy and grow up together; In a certain age, there were them who accompanied me to study, go to school, wash clothes and cook for me, without them, there is no strong growth of me today dear you, when you hear the sound of the clock, tick, tick, tick, please remember that I miss you. I miss you, yes. At the moment I opened my eyes in the morning, on the crowded subway to work, at the table full of strangers, in front of the bed for sleeping at night. I miss you, yes. I miss you who pick me up from school every night full of stars; I miss you who buy all kinds of delicious food every day to make up for your father’s love carefully; I miss you who have been fighting for toys since childhood, the little kid who competed for TV; I miss the gathering of several silly girls at the north gate of Maritime Affairs every birthday; I miss the rainy afternoon, the rice noodles we drank together at the freshmen, the wet eaves, A smile that cannot be covered. I missed that summer, I filled in my volunteer together, waited anxiously for admission together, and prepared excitedly for school. I miss those gathering, parting, quarrels and reconciliation; I miss those little things together. I miss you, yes. Have you heard it? Dida, Dida, Dida,,

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