time is my shadow

Chapter 372 Hello, goodbye. (3)

I give you a song to take you to a distant place. I hope you are not afraid of the dark. ——Dove.

"Accompanying Loneliness"

Love is so short, forgetting is so long,

It's not that you don't look back, it's that you can't look back.

Life is like a dream, and cold oaths sleep in fairy tales.

Life is hazy, in false promises, in sorrows and hallucinations.

The once obsessed, but not good enough to get together and get away, with a little arrogance and a little uninhibited.

The once young time passed in a thought, persistently frankly, singing youth and ignorance.

When the sound of parting, faint traces, constant waiting, who is crying in the corner of fleeting years, time is too cruel.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long,

It's not that you are not confused, but you will inevitably be disappointed.

Life is like a play, and the agreement finally passes around the corner on the other side.

Time flies, and the retention turned out to be just a farce.

The once dry sea and rocks are rotten, but they cannot withstand the vicissitudes of life. The tighter you hold things, the faster they will be lost.

It used to be day and night, just passing by, why remember it so clearly, time has become a curtain of tears.

The bleakness of memories makes the past rot.

From the beginning of knowing, from the end of forgetting.

If it doesn't belong to me, why bother to care about it.

Love is so wonderful, the early winter sun.
You are the beginning of all love poems,
It is you who are gentle in your heart, and you are where your eyes are.

How could I be so lucky that I met you
You used your warm companionship to gently write dependence on my palm.

Loneliness is companionship, companionship is loneliness, and you are everywhere you look.

A song written for Ye Shaoqi.

"Growing Wounds"

A gust of wind blows, tears prove to be strong,
After a heavy rain, smile and tell the heartache.

The so-called maturity means that the more painful you are, the more you smile calmly, even if you are depressed, you still look at the sun.

The so-called growth is to cry and make trouble but keep silent, even if you are tired, leaning towards the sun.

Give time a little time, learn to swallow, learn to be silent, and learn to restrain bit by bit.

If the heart is facing the sun, don't be afraid of sadness, be positive and move forward bravely.

A gust of wind has passed, and sweat represents hard work.

A burst of torrential rain has passed, and the cold has complained of frustration.

The so-called maturity means not being happy nor frowning nor sad, and moving forward despite twists and turns.

The so-called growth is to shed tears, smile and be happy, even if it is short, it is still a lot.

Give the past some time, learn to forget, learn to be independent, and learn to grow bit by bit.

If love is self-control, why love, learn to accept, learn to give up.

A strong wind blows, and the years prove that we have grown up.

After a torrential rain, tears taught us to be strong.

The so-called maturity is to give up the timidity that was once thought inseparable, and to face the thorns.

The so-called growth means that even if the future is unclear and you know nothing about it, you will work hard to make it clear.

Give the years a little of yourself and let time prove to grow, even if the process is long.

If you are not strong, who will show you your cowardice? Dance in the storm and write about your youth. "Hyacinthe" was written with a moist feeling

I will still miss it, but I am more grateful.

Still will choose, just less wandering.

The sky will change and people will grow old, but the nostalgia will never change, full of laughter.

The flowers will wither and the grass will rot, but the familiarity will never be forgotten, and it is full of happiness.

When I was most helpless, during the countless nights I couldn’t sleep, and the countless hours I spent going around and around, you were still there.

I still miss it, but there is more silence.

I will still accompany you, but there are fewer greetings.

The sky will get dark and people will change, but the smile will not be fake, it will fill the day.

Flowers will fall and leaves will wither, but the spring and autumn will not change, full of bits and pieces.

In the darkest time, the night when you can’t see the stars, the day when you can’t see the sun, even if there are injuries, even if there are tears, you are still there.

I will still miss it, but it's just a little more helpless.

I can still run, but with more entanglements.

The sky will change and there will be fewer people, but your scenery will never fade, full of youth.

The flowers will bloom and the grass will be green, but your past is the same as before, full of memories.

The past years can still be found, and the smiles of the past are still inseparable in the memories, as low as the dust, spreading their wings and flying.

(End of this chapter)