Memorial to that deserted thin cool

There is weak sunlight between the fingers, and the wind is much milder. This afternoon gives people fatigue and laziness, but I want to find the exit and the strange time here. Memorial. How can it be called a memorial? Is someone, a certain period of time, a certain period of love, has passed away. I want to be selfish and give myself some time to miss it for the last time, soon. I want to be responsible for giving an explanation to that restless time, not long. I want to make an end to those entangled obsession and stubborn unwilling, not much. I want to make myself warm and blooming in spring. I wish you a good life. Looking through the previous words, they are so young and green, and they say a few words. It seems that I can’t carry those vigorous ones at the beginning. Oh, but at that time, I was just a silly girl who was not familiar with the world. But I met you like that. I want to say, I am remember you, when I am about to forget, I will still remember you suddenly. The clear and vague face and the familiar and unfamiliar past. However, you just stayed in such a position. You were the one who taught me the first dance steps, but you didn’t accompany me to the end of the dance. It was you who developed my tears to let me know that I could cry for love. True love can either make people degenerate or mature. I was used to remembering those days and the man who made me cry. I often remember those magnificent beauties you gave me. I often remember those smoky rain and red dust you left behind. I often think of a girl who was prosperous all the time, but I only ask you for the sudden catastrophe that swept the city all the time, sheng put away a vast ocean, the year and the month, the year and the month, the moment you walked away, you would never be afraid to pull me to stay where I was, the scar crossed by youth, can’t give me any reason to touch the feeling of letting you spread in my heart, broken perfectly, hurt my self-esteem, lost my soul, but I still miss it. I deeply regret that I can’t miss it after all, can’t hide from worldly desires but now, well, scars I think I should learn to forget sadness. Don’t in the dark night any more. One person appreciates the pain you give me. Those sorrows that no one wants, let him dust in the bottom of my heart. When I am gradually numb, when I need to learn a lesson, take it out to make myself feel sad, find the feeling of heartache, and tell myself that I should be satisfied now. Some colors are only suitable for indifference, some fragrance is only suitable for nostalgia, some throbbing is only suitable for meditation, some rhythms are only suitable for heart, some love is only suitable for forgetting, forgetting and destiny. I choose to forget the past, just as I have never known that I will bury you in some unknown corner of my heart, which is a place beyond the reach of smoke. Forgetting is easier than remembering, the wound of dripping blood slowly fell into the memory. Those pains would make the memory gradually bright white and forgotten due to the washing of time. The sadness once existed. In fact, we have been avoiding all the time. We will not have Stuart A Life Backwards ability to grieve, sin, pain, everything will be gone, and everything will be gone, those past will always be past me and your past, fixed behind us that casual nightmare, I am willing to forgive its carelessness because of loneliness, I choose to break free because of sobriety, I choose to ponder because of giving up, I choose tears because I give up, I choose to let go because I am relieved. I choose to be strong because I am strong. I choose to forget and forget. I can choose to forget and forget and forget completely. We just forget each other and don’t say goodbye. The sun is light and the sky is sunny day in heart. In such a festival, such a scene, I think of a story that is not too long ago. Memorial. Write to that extremely sad and beautiful fatal one once wrote to today’s happy oneself, to that evil man Please allow me, let me have a spring blossom, let him say, may Jun Yishi be good.

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