If others treat me well, they will feel sorry and unable to repay. As for fate, how well Xu Zhimo wrote: "You and I meet on the sea in the dark night, you have yours, I have mine, the direction; you can remember, it's better that you forget, the light shines on each other at this meeting. "..." That's how I always misunderstood the word fate and didn't want to repent. you hit me. But even so, it's really hard to believe. I've only been with you for a few months, but it feels like we've known each other for a long, long time. Maybe I used to look like you when you were young. She is curious about everything and feels that the future is full of possibilities. The beginning of her life has just revealed her mystery, temptation and endlessness as if the vast universe.
There are many regrets in life, and it is useless to look back. Just like sometimes I met a person yesterday, and I felt that he was very interesting and impressed. But then we never met again, life is like that. Many friends have already walked out of my life, only the little prince is still waiting for the sunset forty-three times a day in the fairy tale. Except in the movies, no one has the patience to spend time talking about those subtle hearts that no one cares about, but all my dreams are only seen by you. The universe is never heartless, just silent. We are all just small stars in the universe, even if the red dust rolls quadruple, from now on, the world will be at peace. I also hope that when I see you, I will not regret the way I came, and I will not be afraid of the future.
Oops, I don't even know what I'm talking about. I want to pretend to write seriously, but I can't make it up anymore. Seriously, I've written a lot of diaries before, and every time I have to worry about what box to use to hide it, after all, I'm a wandering singer and I'm used to wandering around (all my peaceful life fantasies about vodka, bands and Drunk life and dream death), and then I thought, since the heart can remember, remember it. If you can't remember, let the past go with the wind. So, the sadness of seeing things and thinking of people is that things that I thought I had forgotten, but I suddenly miss them so much without any precaution. How embarrassing. right.
Actually, I want to say, it's nice to meet you. Seeing young at heart. For the rest of my life, at least I won't be blind. In fact, my favorite part of The Atlantic is when Duras writes the ending messy and rushed: "...and you don't know anything about it." Haha, can't guess. A hand letter is really a beautiful thing, who sent a brocade book in the cloud? When the character of wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building. But I bought letter paper envelopes and a pen on purpose, but I don't want to write anymore. Who told me to be a scheming boy with hidden merit and fame~ Don't stop me, I just do it my way.
I know there will be a day when you hear another song and think of another person. But I don't care at all. Everyone is lonely. In our life, it is not uncommon to encounter love and sex, but it is rare to encounter understanding. Tomorrow when the mountains are covered by snow/I am also barefoot/Standing at the end of the mountain you are climbing/I am young
I read it at the same time as Duras' "The Man Sitting in the Corridor", and I wrote it. I found that it was also wrong with each other, so I will not change it. Life is always entangled, just like a same sentence, it was originally the same will tell another person.
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