Just because I don't say much doesn't mean I don't care.
Sometimes I care too much, but I can't say anything.
If you leave, you either don't love or you can't love.
I can't compare with your parents, I admit it.
I admit, I can't compare with your friend.
I admit, I can't compare with your game.
I admit, I can't compare with your TV.
I can't compare with all your irrelevant people and things, I admit it.
I admit it. Yes, I admit all this.
I'll forget.
I met so many extraordinary people and fell in love with you.
Actually, my life was wonderful before I met you.
So, even if I leave you, it's nothing.
I'm waiting. I'm tired of waiting.
I like it, but it hurts.
It's getting dark It's time for bed.
One two three four five six seven.
So the days are numbered.
But I will still think of you habitually,
Or send a hug and reply;
Or reply a smiling face when sending it;
Or send a kiss back when you send it.
But tears are dripping on the keyboard,
If one day, I really leave,
It's not that I don't love, but that I won't love.
Because I don't know how to love.
(2)
What do you want me to do？
Do what you like.
All right.
Could you tell me?
I'm thinking about you!
My favorite thing to do is to miss you silently, and you just laugh.
My favorite writing is chatting with you and saying trivial things, but it will only make you sleepy.
You are sick, you are tired, and you are bored. You can use one sentence instead: Good night!
But the problem is. Good night didn't mean it at first.
I want to say to myself: you are just sick, tired and bored. Just sleep.
You still like my children, and I am still the baby in your heart.
Look, I've planned all the escape routes for you.
You let me do what I like, and I should let you do what I like!
So, I can understand why you won't feel uncomfortable playing games, because it is something that can bring you happiness!
And I'm starting to make you feel bad, because I can't give you a fresher and more exciting feeling anymore.
This is my sorrow, I can't make you happy anymore!
How can I make you happier?
If I can't make you happy, let those games and friends make you happy.
I understand, but I still feel uncomfortable, very, very uncomfortable.
I feel bad, not because you spend less and less time chatting with me, but because I know that you have always been an honest boy.
Honesty, what a sharp word! Like the sharpest sword, it goes straight to the heart.
So my heart began to hurt, with the rhythm of the pulse, once, once. ...
And besides accepting, I can't complain, and I shouldn't complain!
Because this is my choice, my own choice.
Therefore, knowing that you can't refuse to promise me a future, or do whatever it takes for those thin warmth.
I said I can go through fire and water for love, but I don't want to compromise for love.
I told myself again and again: leave!
Don't feel how great you are.
Don't let the deepest love finally become your sentence: "I don't know."
I don't know if you still love me, if you still miss me, if I'm beautiful in your eyes?
Everything, you can pretend not to know like a child.
But I am still thinking: you love me, you miss me, and I am the most beautiful in your eyes.
How ridiculous, how sad, how pitiful!
When did the proud and calm girl, who was always calm in her heart, become such a pair of people who would spit on her?
Love should not be like this!
How can we let love transform us into this?
(3)
Actually, I care,
Actually, I always care.
Actually, I'm stingy,
Actually, I get angry easily, too.
That's all. You don't even know.
Maybe you know, but you just think I'm unreasonable
I know that love should be understood, love should be tolerant, and love should rub each other's lives into their own, instead of transforming each other into what they want.
So, when you asked me what I wanted you to do, I only answered one word:
Look at your heart!
Compare your heart with yours.
Really, just look at your heart.
Use my heart for your heart, and you won't miss home.
So, even if you really don't have time to miss me, I miss you.
Because, even when I am most angry, sad and helpless, I can still think of you, and you still have reason to make me miss you, then I will feel that there is still hope for my love.
Therefore, the more lonely you feel, the more carefully you should guard your thoughts.
Those imperfections just remind us how to make ourselves as perfect as possible.
So, I love you, and I hope you can tell me clearly that you love me too.
So, I miss you, and I hope you can tell me clearly that you miss me, too.
I also want to say to you:
You're not the only one who's afraid we'll be apart, and neither am I.
You are not the only one who cares about our feelings, and neither am I.
That's why I'm being swayed by considerations of gain and loss,
I'll say something stupid,
I'll do something stupid.
I will burst into tears in the turbulent crowd.
I will hold my mobile phone tightly in my hand and keep looking for new information.
If you still love me,
Please show more patience when I am sad, will you?
Please tell me when I am angry that your love has never changed, and I am making much ado about nothing, ok?
There is no war, no plague, no physical illness between us in the movie.
We have no displacement, no clothes to wear, no hunger and cold, no obstacles between the ends of the earth,
So let's not lose to ourselves, okay?
But if one day, your feelings for me really fade, you are tired, you are tired, you are injured, you are numb, it doesn't matter, you don't care,
Would you please tell me your honest nature firmly?
I would rather be silenced by your sword than be dissatisfied with me.
I'm sorry to learn that you are ill.
Take care of yourself.
Well, if God only allows me to make one wish, I only hope that you will get better.
As long as you are good, my life is enough!
(4)
In fact, I always knew what you were worried about and what you were running away from.
In fact, how can I laugh it off?
Reality is called reality because it never sympathizes with the weak.
It stands quietly, just' standing quietly' looking at you.
Watching you get hurt, watching you get hurt, watching you smile, watching you be brave, watching you be fragile.
Meet the brave in the narrow road and win. Everyone understands this truth, but not everyone can do it.
You want to be broad, but you don't want to take a step back.
I want to be broad-minded, so only I am shrinking.
Maybe in every starry night, you will silently think:
If shells are just shells forever,
If only there were no hidden pearls in it,
Or you never found out how beautiful this pearl should be,
In this way, you will not be fascinated by your eyes, your heart will not be fascinated, and you will never let go.
You really want to keep her in your heart,
Do you really want her light to shine only for you,
But there is a voice in my heart that keeps reminding you:
You can't have her light because of love,
You should make her happy. If this is happiness that you can't give, you hope others can give it.
However, what happens when the shell leaves the ocean?
However, what would happen to pearls without the love of the sea?
This is just a decoration, a show-off decoration!
So, please calm down and listen carefully to the shell.
Let me hug you as long as possible before the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
After the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten, I will turn into a wisp of clear sand, stick together the beauty, pain, sweetness and suffering that the years have given me, and then polish and color it constantly to create a amber of time, where you will always live simply, with bright eyes and white teeth and affectionate feelings, and radiate gentle light in the bright sunset.
So, what will happen in the future? Please let time decide!
Now, the sea is not dry, the stone is not rotten, and our good days are still long!
Finally, let's use this poem to * * *!
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River;
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Disappear, remember, wait
Time will not pass, and her face is still a gorgeous and sad Venice.
They will grow old together. There are bright and dark corners of the eyes.
When the pain of happiness only blooms in an instant, when the story is no longer far away, when the material and reality are only piles of bare bones …
I'm not interested in what you want to play, and you can't afford to play anything I want.
Commitment, that is something more extravagant than money.
But it will still be there, just like a person who likes the wind can't stop staring.
Don't care about this moment, just for faith and yearning.
Everyone will have a hibernation period, want to do nothing and need nothing. Besides sleeping, there is only boring eating!
I won't miss it, I won't be confused, and sometimes I don't even have a dream.
I know that days like that are the most terrible. Life is like a blank sheet of paper, around its own coordinates, a frame that can't be filled in for a lifetime, and there will never be a chance to find the next turning point.
When a person really forgets, he is fascinated by the red light of smoke. I never seem to be calm, and I slowly escaped from my world.
Many of them are pinned on their own lives, trying to find a reason to get temporary comfort.
Sure enough, when it is overwhelmed by this thing called everything, happiness is nothing but that scene. The sky is as quiet as a lamp, burning in the dark, paying tribute to the whole lonely dawn.
Everything can be replaced, past events, memories, loneliness, time … but the only thing you can't extricate yourself is yourself.
I clearly feel that my heart is melting in a strange world.
I can clearly hear its broken voice, gently, as if unwilling to break the beautiful fantasy.