At that time, Tokyo was in April, the spring was cold, and the large swathes of cherry blossoms danced in the sky, just like the snow in the twelfth lunar month. She tidying up her new house, eating alone, reading books alone, walking through the long streets alone, and never turning back.
We long for love, but love is sad.
In the summer three years ago, she gave him one more look in the crowd, and she will never forget it since then. Today, three years later, they are in Tokyo together.
Suddenly one day.
Downpour.
She rushed to the library, still so resolute. Looking up in a hurry, she met him again.
He stood in the doorway with a warm expression on his face.
She was holding the big red umbrella, it was broken, but she held it tightly.
She laughed, it was a miracle of love.
It's not that there is no unrequited love, isn't it that secret love is the real first love? It's not that I haven't imagined that this kind of sour and tormenting feelings will become shallow with the passage of time. Until one morning when I woke up and opened my eyes, I suddenly found that it had fermented into a large bottle of coke with carbon dioxide bubbles, and then I sipped it thirsty. Like drinking love. So I say, love is like going to the toilet, it comes and goes in a hurry, and no amount of emotion will eventually turn into urine and be ruthlessly flushed down the toilet. Unrequited love is brewing, and mutual love is a signal from a stomachache that you should go to the toilet. There are also those who stay for a long time, using the classic sentence pattern of Lord Lu Xun: what made him would rather die than willingly, it must be constipation.
It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just a bit of an afterthought. It's just that sometimes when I'm walking, I suddenly stop, and my mind is blank. I just don't dare to talk about my feelings lightly from now on. It's just that my smiles gradually increase. Thinking of making him regret it in the future. This is like the most poisonous poison in the Tang Sect. It's not bad, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. It's just one day, week and month, time is slowly accumulating. When I reached out and touched my head, I saw a wound on my heart that didn't heal. It never healed. Many years ago, I saw a horror film "Suicide Note", and there was a non-human and non-ghost existence in it. On the outside, it looked like you and I, but when I opened my clothes and looked at it, my internal organs were festering. Now that I think about it, he must also be deeply injured.
So I say, if there is someone you hate, let him fall in love with you, and then get rid of him severely, let him last in the toilet he loved, and keep him in pain, and from now on meet and walk away, and never dare to be your enemy again. This is the most powerful weapon in the martial arts, and the seven weapons of Gu Long are beyond compare, and it is a small character no matter how inconspicuous.
It's not that I don't want to be more feminine, beautiful, cute, and moving. As a woman, everyone has a little woman's feelings, right? Thousands of styles, only for those who please themselves. It's a pity that I can't become Cao Zijian's Luoshen, "like a pianist, like a dragon,"; it's a pity that I don't want to be Su Zizhan's poor deceased wife. "It's a pity that I'm not that talented Zhuo Wenjun, "Wen Jun has two opinions, so I came to make a decision... I wish to have a single heart, and the white heads will not be apart..."; unfortunately, I can only Say. goodbye.
The play sings: "...for you, like a beautiful family, like water."
I prefer to live a delicious and colorful life without you. After many years, you will occasionally think of me, and you are lucky to meet me. When I looked up and looked back, I found that I was still young and beautiful, still graceful and unrestrained in the wind and rain.
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