Flying Love

When I come, I come with a dream and **. When I leave, there is only helplessness and sadness left. Life always tastes joy and sadness. I will always be just a word in a joke

I often grieve for my incompetence, sigh for not being me, and be confused for the world and the enchanting sentient beings. I wander like a lonely ghost in this so-called happiness, looking for something that young people have been constantly pursuing since ancient times - love

I thought that as long as I worked hard, there would be no regrets. I thought that as long as I paid for it, I would get a full harvest. I thought that the world was shrouded in love, and truth, goodness and beauty could soar freely, but when I experienced it, I knew that all this was just an adult fairy tale and a beautiful lie.

I finally chose to leave. This idea has been hesitating in my heart... Looking for frost and being the butterfly in my dream. Choosing to walk or not makes my heart hurt. The place where I have lived for a year, the place where I once sowed sweat, ** and hard work, left tears, sighs and laughter, and stepped on life. The first step is that once you decide to leave, it is as difficult to break up with your first lover...

Giving up is also a kind of beauty. I have to comfort myself or lie to myself like this. In this way, I may have more courage to pursue it. What is the future? I didn't have time to think about it. I just called her name over and over again: "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water." A woman made of white dew - frost. The eternal virgin in my heart!

If I see her again, I must break this last line of defense. I want to tell her affectionately: "My love for her is like a surging river, continuous, like the Yellow River flooding, uncontrollable...