You don’t appear, and there is no one like you anymore. Finally, I gave up. But this is the eternal knot in my heart. I simply ignore it and give no comfort. Let the pain spread, the pain is enough to come again. How many days and nights and how many sleepless, it turns out that I think love is too simple love love is hate, hate hate hate and love again. I still can’t forget you. The sky of a person is always such a lonely and desolate world that is not disturbed by anyone. It is as quiet as being isolated from the world. After you left, it seemed that the whole world was immersed in it and there was no happiness to touch yourself. Being unsmiling became the only expression. Through the experience over and over again, I gradually learned to disguise myself as a person who was not so strong. I tried my best to surround my heart with a thick wall and no one could enter and leave freely, I don’t have the energy to touch the things around me anymore. It’s not because of you that I am self-closed, but from the moment I give up my torment, I want to give up myself together, but I didn’t do that, I know that I still have a lot to cherish. I can’t give up myself. I force myself to forget to make progress. I force myself to do things I don’t want to do. Every day, I torture myself, feel tired and tired, so that I can fall asleep. I know what I love is just a body, and what I love is just a person without future. I know les’s Road will be hard to walk, but I am still so stubborn that I can only buy a little time for us, even one hour a day, but the sky is not as good as I wish all my persistence will collapse and love you at the moment you leave, it’s just my fault. Love is over fire, and it becomes fearless. I used to think that I would never give up the acquaintance and love I thought that you would not leave like others, but I was wrong. I shouldn’t be too sure of myself to let you go far away with others love how much sadness how many tears can be exchanged for life and life I forget how sad I am how many tears I have been and how many in my dream wake up, even if you are in a dream, don’t let me go, every time I see you in my dream, but every time I disappear, I am still alone after waking up. In the dark night, I wish you could still be by my side. The gentle embrace will at least make me feel that I am not alone, at least I still have you. But why even you leave together, why can I be so cruel? My willfulness will never joke with you any more. I will never hold your hand and let me go. There will never be your gentleness or your spoiling. It is me, it was my willfulness that drove you away. It was me that destroyed all this. You would never be there again. I want to tell you again that I love you for real love, but everything is over and everything is too late. You are gone, don’t love, my heart will go with you, in this prose Online website, I place my love for you. My favorite prose.

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