Destiny and No Destiny, Love Was Just a Moment, Forgetting Took Half a Lifetime
It's really like, one turn, a thousand tears flowed into my heart, into my life, nourishing sad seeds into towering trees. Happiness is just a small grass under the tree, without sunlight, without dew, even without fertile soil.
Fate and no destiny, no contact, no disturbance, but increasingly loving. Long pain is better than short pain, we all understand this principle, but we can't do it. Letting go, but not the heart. No disturbance, no contact, but often open the phone, always trying to find a trace of love or a little news about that person.
We've been separated for a long time, and we thought that love would disappear this way. But love still burns, especially when it's late at night. Beautiful scenes come from memory, flooding the heart. Tears of missing you, silently slide down, but dare not cry out. Or, the tears have dried up. Fate and no destiny, falling in love is just a moment, forgetting took half a lifetime, and still cannot completely forget, even saying 'forget' is not really forgetting, it's just unwilling to mention it again, and when we do, our hearts still stir, like the beautiful time when we first met, but now, it's painful, painful enough to suffocate.
Loving deeply, trying every way to be together, but eventually, it was bound by the world. There's always someone you don't love around you, and you still pretend to be happy, compromising yourself to endure pain, and no one shares it.
Fate and no destiny, we met again, causing immense pain, yet we could only say everything was fine. It's just entanglement and harm, not the original intention of love. If we broke up, we could be friends, then there would always be a goodbye. But now, I think of you, I can't say it. What we can say is just a simple greeting, a forced smile, pretending everything is okay.
There are always some rivers we cannot cross, and some mountains we cannot overcome. No matter how hard we try, we eventually succumb to reality. Love, ultimately, becomes a memory.
There was once a love that you cherished, but eventually lost it. It's not that you weren't good enough, or that love wasn't deep enough, or that you didn't give enough. It's just that life is too helpless. Painful, painful.
