Dear prawns, please write a sad essay of about 1000 words (super sad) with the sad beauty of love as the theme. . .

Some people say that waiting is a very painful thing. Actually, I don't know why I'm waiting I just think that if we don't wait, maybe life will have no support. My waiting is related to love and lingering with life, so I can wait closely and achieve a person's reincarnation. Life always goes round and round. From the beginning to the original place, one day I will realize that life has not deceived you, but I am lost in the trajectory of life. The road is hard and stormy, the scenery in front of me is illusory, and I look forward to going home ... The four seasons have passed at my fingertips for many years, and I still can't tell the clear appearance. How far is it from me? Now is a season around me, but I find why there is always unavoidable sadness. Perception is my weakness. I can be gentle in spring and fragrant in summer. It was another late night, and I lost sleep again, banging on the keyboard helplessly, telling my feelings. Can a song touch my feelings in one sentence? It's still that faint memory, playing a shallow melody on this lonely night, letting the melancholy spread ... The figure stopped only for the world of mortals to meet unexpectedly, just to look at you more in the crowd, and the sad footprints began to print in my life. Sighing the fleeting time and raising my mouth are the most beautiful memories of my life. Although it is short and there are so many sentimentality, I still miss it. The haunting fragments awakened the dust all over the ground and knocked on the door of the memory of the past, but my heart began to ache faintly. Sometimes the more you forget, the more painful it is! I'm used to saying "turn around" to myself. If a person begins to travel and wait alone, he may be able to renew his frontier in later generations. Those troubles of youth will be filled with bright smiles in the next journey. Perhaps in life, some unforgettable things are destined to be sealed in my heart for life, just because what he paid at the beginning was too real. The diary is still irregular. Looking at my journey, I am sad and happy. I found that my heart was washed by years and became strong, but my blood was full of melancholy and sadness ... The missed youth and the passerby who left in a hurry made a lifelong regret, and my waiting became the scenery I expected. My waiting, your reincarnation, is deep and shallow. I stood in front of Meng Po Tang, waiting for the return of my years with the most elegant gesture. Looking back on that season in bloom, I whispered tonight that if you are old, I will still love you.