No matter how bustling a city is, without you, it's just an empty city.
Movies are always kind, allowing missed people to meet again. Life is different, and those who said goodbye never say goodbye.
The cruelest thing isn't an argument or distance, or long-distance relationships, but when I was excitedly planning our future, and you were planning your departure.
As I get older, I can't handle being bothered, I just want to be pampered. Any relationship that makes me feel weighed down won't be maintained proactively.
I often worry or feel wronged about our constantly shifting relationship. People can pierce my nerves with just one word. I want to be good to you, but you never know it.
Knowing it's a moth to a flame, you still risk everything for love, how heartbreaking,
The promises we once believed in finally became a slap in the face, a resounding 'thump' on our own faces. You will always be my weakness, but you will never be my armor.
Time flows on, years pass, the fleeting years silently take away many precious things from our lives. The joy of the past is no longer there, the beauty of the past has drifted away with the wind, the persistence of the past has transformed into bubbles, the mutual understanding of the past is blocked into a communication barrier, the expectations of the past have scattered like a wisp of smoke…
Once upon a time, we didn't want people to see our sadness; once upon a time, we'd rather sit alone and stare into space instead of seeking anyone to talk to. Perhaps we truly understood: 'Understanding is harder than love' – that should be a profound saying,
Naive, I've never seen the world, and I only loved one face throughout my life,
No matter how noisy a city is, without you, it's just an empty city; no matter how strange a corner is, with you, it's a home,
I've traversed the world and never panicked, but the moment you return from mountains and rivers, I'm completely disarrayed, like a startled fawn,
Uncontrollable thoughts and shadows, receding from the surface of the mind, but lingering deep within, flowing through the blood, the soul is equipped with invisible wings, disregarding everything, abandoning me here, playing the strings of longing towards that distant black earth, searching for the end of your love,
I've tried to suppress my longing for you, but that longing overflows like a pond full of water, spreading into the continuous streams of longing, flowing to you in the distance. Looking at the starry eyes, with tears staining my cheeks, I write the lines of longing in my heart,
Longing is like tangled vines, binding me tightly, transforming into a disease, even my breathing is painful. Deep love brings tears, savoring this bittersweet sadness, drinking from a cup filled with longing for yesterday's deep love, and our hopes for the future!
The grievances you can speak about aren't truly grievances; the pain you can shout out isn't truly pain; the wounds you can cry about aren't truly pain. True grievances are unspoken suffering; true pain is a silent sorrow within; true pain is the unspoken sorrow of tears flowing into the heart.
