When did you start to stop talking to me?
They had little communication, no concern, just eerily flat. Silence is often the prelude to a storm.
Men always take everything for granted. People are emotional animals, and their spiritual needs should never be underestimated. This is precisely the blind spot that men are most likely to ignore.
Living with a loved one, when his eyes are no longer on you, even daily conversations become very scarce. Most people choose to live by. The heroine chose an extreme way to remind her husband of her desire for love. , her longing for the past.
She hoped to get his attention back, to recall the slightest feeling he had once felt.
Tender love. She became more and more unfamiliar with him.
How can a dry soul know truth and love? Without love, there can be no pursuit.
No one wants to live a lonely life, and knows no one can't feel lonely. Unless you and I are forever ignorant teenagers, or you and I are like country butchers who have never stepped into a town, and seem to live peacefully in the natural twilight.
If not, if one day, you will be the wind, frost, snow and rain that I chase. Even if you are forced to live together, in your selfish and ignorant room, the impression of love has become a voice of grief and sorrow.
I have so much to say to you about love. If you live your life in your world forever, I can't even say it.
Life is running in the dirt, one is lonely sin, the other is lonely love. Without you, if you don't want to listen to me at all, even if I have the voice of an angel, it's just a hollow brass instrument.
Alienation from the adult world. The barrier between the sexes. The limits of love.
Like children's hide-and-seek, one just walks away but doesn't want to hide. There are also times when you are tired from playing games. When your body is tired, you can relieve it by sleeping. When your heart is tired, it is difficult to find an antidote.
When did we become so estranged? Exiled love, only cold.
The words I want to say have been hidden in my heart for too long, as if they took root and sprout, but I don't know what to say. The lighter it is, the easier it is for people to chew slowly.
Life without love, to her, is more terrible than death.
The thick air was just between the two of them, making it difficult to breathe and extremely poisonous.
If the heart does not die, it is a lifetime of heartache. Where is the hope? Hope is dark, and you can't see your fingers.
Sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the night, unable to wash our hands, and unable to talk to each other's hearts, it is as if the fog in the early morning enveloped the wooden house.
When sleeping, they snuggle unconsciously, but the temperature is conscious alienation after awakening. With their backs to each other, leaving is a foregone conclusion.
The husband left with heavy footsteps, the wife looked away, unable to grasp anything, her heart was empty as if everything had been hollowed out.
Wife's dress, black, blue, white, red, the mood is pure and changeable, buried in the tomb of the heart.
No matter how beautiful the bridged porcelain is, there will eventually be cracks. But that doesn't prevent day-to-day life.
A fragile flower in the breeze.
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