In this life, I will never forget this day: November 11th, 2011, the lunar calendar is October 16. That’s Singles Day. Originally, there should be wonderful stories and thoughts in this Singles Day. However, excellence eventually turned into bad. I was at a loss and helpless. I didn’t know how to spend that night. I only vaguely remember that in the KTV private room, I sat still like a lifeless wooden sculpture amid the noise made by my friends singing out of tune. The happiness of others lies in me, which is sarcasm; The singing and dancing of others lies in me, just like the Twilight Bell in the same mountain temple; The sweet smile of others lies in me, it was no different from the zombies in the ancient mountain cave …… that night, on my way home, it was so quiet around, the road was so curved and long, and my legs were so soft and feeble. On a dark night, I absolutely don’t need the dazzling white light. Even if I don’t turn on the light, I can’t sleep; Before going to bed, I don’t need the extra bath that wastes water even though I wash three times every day when it is usually hot; Lying on the mattress bed like a coffin, I don’t need to sleep either! When I stared at it, there was a piece of darkness in front of me; When I closed my eyes, there was also a piece of darkness in my heart! Although there is heartbeat, it is not necessarily alive, because there is brain death; Even if you are alive, there is not necessarily thought, because there is such a possibility of idiots. That night, I put my body flat on the bed. Therefore, I was like a dead body with blood drained, hanging there passively, letting time dry into a mummy. The empty brain, the empty heart and the empty people constitute the typical specimens of my vegetative people that night. I don’t know when the alarm clock rings unyielding, and a new day begins. The next day was a brand new day. With the Street Dance of the Sun, the dilapidated night hid in the darker and darker darkness. However, the revived brain nerve, firmly, firmly, tidied up the memory fragments of last night into a record that could not be wiped by the eraser. She, deeply, deeply, deeply, engraved in my mind, engraved in the depth of my heart. From then on, my heart carries my soul, and this life is destined to wait for her! The most painful thing for a person lies in his heart; The most painful thing for a heart lies in his regret. A selfish mistake is enough to make people regret for life! On Singles Day in 2009, I experienced this kind of black pain. However, my pain is far more than that. My pain lies in causing others’ pain! The black one hurts even more!

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Who can tell me how to interpret feelings? Love you has nothing to do with you. It is a way of love. However, loving you and bearing the pain you give is also a way. Love you is to have you. It is also a kind of love. Love you. As long as you are happy, it is still a kind of love. However, look at the friends around you, which one is not in love or hurt? Whether you pursue tirelessly, wait silently or watch far away, don’t you tie your only heart to others? Looking at my friends who were cheerful and sunny in daily life, they were drunk like mud because of a so-called Emotion. Even if they were numb like me, they still couldn’t help moving, thus falling into memories. Looking at my friends who were cheerful and sunny in daily life, they were drunk like mud because of a so-called Emotion. Even if they were numb like me, they still couldn’t help moving, thus falling into memories. Looking at my friends who were cheerful and sunny in daily life, they were drunk like mud because of a so-called Emotion. Even if they were numb like me, they still couldn’t help moving, thus falling into memories. She loved him because he knew him. Even through the gloomy computer screen, he could still hear her joy and sorrow from her faint hum. However, he already had one of her, so she could only treasure her love carefully, and then lied to herself that as long as he was happy. He once rejected a long queue of girls, which made the long queue of girls sad. But when he met her, he lost himself and made himself black and blue. He fell in love with her, but he quarreled with each other every day because of their irritable temper, thus hurting each other and himself. All these are love, but helpless. He appeared when she was the most vulnerable, consoling and encouraging her, and once became her spiritual pillar. But just because of poor inferiority, she refused him many times, and then she also decadent herself. This kind of feeling of helplessness may finally become memories as the years go. However, I believe that as long as the memory code of a place, scene and even characters are correct is given, how can the thoughts of yesterday not be clearly entangled? Because, he said, she said, in this life, meeting each other is doomed to be in trouble for the whole life. Pain, cherish and promise are destined to live and die with life.

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