Prosperous city, fast-moving traffic and crowd, let a person without regard for the beauty of the four seasons. Some people say that it is hard to see the stars in the city, because it is too small. Actually otherwise, just you don't have the mood, the flashing lights let you see him around and see. I used to stand on the balcony and look at the stars and think about the scenes we had. The city saw how many people were looking at the stars like me. Silently watching the stars cry? Do lonely people like to see the stars?
Maybe the pace of the city is too fast, so even love is not as tender as before. In retrospect, there were not many stories between him and me that could touch others, or in the eyes of onlookers, how could such a relationship be said to be lost when lost? The drama deepens the memory. Should you use the phrase "there was an error when one was right"? Respect is the wrong person, but it seems that the mistake is me. Because of happiness, let me not calculate how long it can last, because of happiness, I have never thought too much about the gap between each other's thoughts, because of happiness, I completely lost myself. As a result, the happy time lasted for more than seven months. On a strange day, we ended everything.
Time flies like a diary, page by page. However, the diary can be turned back to look at, but time cannot return to the original time. He promised to take me to many places. He promised to take me to sing. People say that marriage is like a shoe, only you know whether it fits or not, I think love is the same. After seven months of sweet time and suffering, it was over. It was like a short dream, like a flash of fireworks in the night, brilliant and immediately sinking. In the closet lay the clothes he had bought for me, and in the drawer was the medicine he had prepared for me. Perhaps no matter how beautiful the language, no matter how beautiful the past, it will not hurt the last time. The wound slowly crusts and becomes a hard shell, but underneath it lies a soft heart.
In the dead of night, people listen to the fresh and flowing music, like the snowflakes that melt in the early spring. I am calm in this spotless music, can forget the pain, put aside the trouble, back to the original calm. Still hope in such night, can see the beautiful starry sky, all let love be in charge.