What I'm afraid of is that the other party has destroyed their original life, and that which belongs to oneself is by no means self-satisfied. Even love is, and everyone only intends to accept the icing on the cake in the order of self-equanimity. It is no longer rare for moths to fly into flames. There are too many balances and hesitations, stumbling back and forth between the balances, balancing the balance of income and expenditure.
A relationship has not yet begun, and the ending is known at the beginning, because we have all been grinded and grown, and we are too good at constant measurement, measurement, and measurement.
In many cases, once the order of people is formed, it is also a benchmark for age. I can't tolerate anyone or anything disturbing me and derail myself, and sometimes I save others for fear of disrupting the order of others. And what's the worst?
I think the worst is when you find out later that nothing has been broken, and it's not a big deal for anyone, things are business as usual, and everyone is still on track.
Except yourself.
You are the only one who hides in the corner and collects dust and dust, or sees the icy gray sea in winter, or sleepless in the middle of the night. For example, a squash ball in the film rolls through the room empty, and no one wants to pick it up. Such as the eucalyptus that bloomed in the season, such as the Christmas tree that shrank in the snow and sewage in the morning after Christmas, such as the carousel in the playground after the lights went out and the music stopped, such as after the blue smoke, the gorgeous on the spot Fireworks and firecrackers, only the soul is not left, and you have to carry the empty shell alone.
Friends have an album name: Nianhua is the most invalid letter.
Always slumped and aging because of such unbearable ordeals, waiting, the ending is always the end of the scene after the applause.
It must be, without suspense,
an elegy for game over.
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