There will always be someone in life who lingers in your thoughts; tears well up in your eyes, yet you still offer forgiveness with a smile.
I love you like a madman, and you act like a blind man who can't see. It's probably just because of the long nights that no one wants to spend alone, and being lonely is truly agonizing, so I fell into this glass of 'emotion' wine and drank myself into a stupor. You're so generous, gifting me a song of years, yet you're also so stingy, leaving me to love and be unable to have you.
I'm most afraid of the people I care about suddenly changing their tone of voice. That feeling is like the world doesn't care about you. '' probably means you feel the short and bitter nature of your fleeting moments, while I long for a distant, indefinite future. You are the wind, the bird, the mist, and the tavern, but you are never my destination.
I'm the kind of person who always thinks of things negatively and anticipates failure. It's better to be disappointed beforehand than to suddenly be devastated. I've been disappointed too many times on the road of growth, so I've learned to defend myself. As a result, I blocked both malice and goodwill, leaving me with only fatigue and loneliness. I once wanted to share all my secrets with you, but now you've become my deepest secret.
From now on, please be strong in a city without me, and I, in a city without you, will heal. Everyone has a wound, whether deep or shallow, and I painted the most crimson blood on it. You don't understand me, and I don't blame you. I spent many years proving how much I love him, and he spent the same time proving how foolish I am. There's always one foolish guy who refused everyone for a person, and in the end, he ended up with nothing.
I've come to realize that longing for someone is like drinking a glass of ice water, and then drop by drop it turns into hot tears. I used to bother you, and I won't bother you anymore, let it be as if there was no wind, you never came, and I never loved you. About liking you, let's just call it a joke. It's neither cold nor hot, and it's the most comfortable temperature in nature, but the most painful temperature in love.
I've done the bravest thing I could do – not to love you recklessly, but to pretend that everything is calm and light, hearing that you and her had a love. Whenever I have a reason to collapse, it seems like a small matter to others, but only I know that this straw has crushed countless tons of weight. Ideal thirty: the first ten years lost to youthful idealism; the second ten years lost to innocent love; the third ten years lost to the loneliness of reality.
I cling to pretending strength, but my eyes are shedding tears. I can deceive others, but not myself. No one can tell you how to let go, you can only survive countless black nights and then get up the next day, pretending nothing happened. It doesn't matter that much, love is a matter between two people; if he doesn't love you, you should love yourself.
I am Pānpan, grateful for life, sharing happiness! Answering every question carefully, making sincere friends, thank you for reading, please forward and like if you agree, thank you for following the headline number: Pānpan's love!
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