I thought you would feel sorry for my loneliness in the wind, and you wouldn't bear my loneliness in the rain. I thought you'd show up and shelter me from the wind and rain.
However, I can't see you through the autumn water.
But far away, I heard someone's voice:
I want to shelter you from the wind and rain, but forgive me!
I haven't built a solid wall, nor have I built a solid umbrella.
Will you wait? ..... Is that you? I don't know.
However, I will wait. No matter how long it takes, I won't hesitate.
In this way, in my waiting, in my confident waiting, in my eager waiting, in my painful waiting, in my almost desperate waiting, in my regretless waiting ... how many times flowers have fallen into England, how many times yellow leaves have fallen, how many times spring rains have continued, how many times winter snow has fallen, and how many times grass has bloomed.
I have been waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently.
Because I believe: eventually, you will appear.
Yes, I'm waiting for someone.
A person who can make me give up the whole forest for a big tree, a person who can make me turn a blind eye to the whole garden for a grass, a person who can make me stop caring about the whole sky for a star, and a person who can make me not care about drowning 3 thousand for him. ......
Yes, I'm waiting for someone. A person who makes me willing to give away the only rose in my life, a person who "receives" countless roses but "accepts" one of mine.
Yes, I'm waiting for someone. A person who knows that I have been waiting endlessly and cherishes me more, a person who may not be able to participate in my yesterday but is willing to walk through every tomorrow with me hand in hand … Yes, I am waiting for someone. I'm not sure how long I have to wait, and I don't know how he will come, but I'm sure that in the boundless wilderness of time, we will meet without a step earlier or a step later. I believe that at that time, we will recognize each other at a glance among thousands of people.
Really, I am waiting for someone. Time goes by like water, I'm waiting for someone. Always waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently …
I'm waiting for someone's prose. I wait for someone to say "good night" to me every night.
Don't know where to start, learn to be sentimental. Obviously, I am a girl who looks cute but is actually a woman at heart. It's a pity that I am human after all, and I can cry or laugh with worldly desires in this world. There are also people who hate and people who like. So everyone can't judge how fickle a person is, but most of the time we don't know, because it's not you who touches the softest place in their hearts.
I don't know why in life, what I always see is not the combination of handsome men and beautiful women, but the fact that one side is very handsome and the other side is very ordinary. I have seen an explanation that first-class boys will match second-class girls, second-class boys will match third-class girls and so on. It's about male chauvinism in boys' hearts, and they don't want to find the other half at the same level. I was thinking, where are the rest of the top girls? Besides, I'm not an excellent girl, and I feel how difficult it is to find someone who belongs to me in the vast sea of people, but I've been waiting for him to appear.
It seems to be telling something incredible, but it's not. Every one of us deserves to try a romantic love when we are young, at least better than a nobody like mediocrity.
So I'm waiting for someone who belongs to me.
I am waiting for someone. Prose 3 is often disturbed by some negative emotions recently, and my mood is always inexplicably low, but even if I am in a bad mood, I still have to squeeze out a smile to face the people around me. I feel that many things are unconsciously suppressed by myself, and may have formed a habit of always subconsciously hiding my true self. Until one day, I found that the most primitive feelings, the most simple feelings, have long been abandoned by themselves in which corner, disappeared.
Something hangs over me for no reason. Just like some people, some people in their lives, or some people they know but have never met. Those who thought there would never be communication suddenly walked into their hearts, which made people unprepared. For a moment, I felt my heart was hit and touched, and it hurt a little, though only a little.
I always thought that my appearance was cheerful and lively, and I protected myself well, so I wouldn't give up easily for anyone. You can make friends with people. Those passers-by in life, like everyone else, are neither good nor bad, and are polite and respectful enough. Maybe this is a safe distance.
Just like a hedgehog, in order to avoid harm, its thorns become passive protection, but it also isolates a lot of goodwill. You can get close, but you are always blocked in the distance. A distance that is neither too much nor too little just can't reach the bottom of my heart. Those thorns, which were born for self-protection, eventually created their own lonely fate. Maybe it's a pity for hedgehogs. But who knows the loneliness of hedgehog? Maybe we are all afraid of loneliness. People who are not afraid of loneliness will not be lonely, and those who are afraid of loneliness will always be lonely. So even if someone is with him, he is still very lonely inside. Just don't say, just don't show it, but don't say doesn't mean no.
I never thought I would be happy, so I never liked myself so much. But someone really loved me, and I am grateful, really grateful. Even if I miss it in the end, I still have indelible gratitude in my heart.
Someone asked why my writing is always so sentimental. Wry smile, actually I also want to write happy words. But I know that I am an unhappy person at heart. How to write happy words in such a mood? Happiness consumes energy. If I choose to face life with a happy side, I really have no strength to be happy when I am alone.
For a time, I was afraid to go home, especially when I entered the room. As soon as that door is closed, tears will flow down instantly. I know it's not good. I think this lifestyle is unhealthy. In fact, I have been in a sub-health state, and it's time to find a way to relax.
The friend said, in fact, you just need someone, someone who can make you cry at him. In life, people always want to see you sunny, bright and full of vitality. Most people only care about whether you fly high or not, not whether you are tired or not. When you are tired, you will feel lost because you don't have a shoulder to lean on. In fact, you just need a shoulder and a safe harbor. People are alive and need very little, just another person.
I admit, I cried again at that moment, because his words, like a flying stone, hit the darkest place in my heart, woke me up at once, and exposed my most vulnerable side to him, with nowhere to hide. I like to watch sensational words, sad TV dramas and movies, and sad songs. At that time, I could cry to justify my feelings. But after I removed these feelings, I couldn't cry.
Suddenly remembered the love that has become the past. I finally understand why I can't forget it. Always remember the sweetness, the hurt, the words about love, and the heartless separation. Holding on to memories, thinking of him has become your only outlet to vent your emotions.
This is my selfishness. Even if you can't forget him, it's still for yourself. Because I don't want to forget, because I want to have someone to miss and care about at some point. I am afraid that if I forget, I will lose all my memories, beauty or pain. I don't want to leave my past blank, and I don't want to finally forget everything I have paid.
Friends say that all pain is just an experience, which is necessary. When you stand these tests, you will find yourself stronger, and you will find that there is no pain in the world that can make you suffer. Just like happiness, it is a responsibility. You should make yourself happy anyway, because for those who love you, that's what they most expect to see.
Earn, shake your head and sigh. In fact, the pain I experienced was not that good. Actually, I don't want to be strong at all I'm not strong. I'm even small. I don't want to go to the point where I can't suffer at all.
In fact, I just want that person, wait for that person, and find that person.
I want someone to protect me, even if it is only superficial perfunctory;
I want someone to hug me and say that everything has him, don't be afraid.
Whenever I feel lonely, I want to find him;
Feel free to talk to that person when you feel uncomfortable;
I need such a person to hold up a sky for me, and there is only me under that sky.
Although the hedgehog has hard thorns to protect itself, it is lonely, because without those thorns, it must face death. Even if you risk your life. I still need someone who can expose my vulnerability in front of him without scruple. It's not necessarily a relationship, but I need it.
Could it be you? When will you appear again?
I am willing to wait for you, but please don't keep me waiting too long.
Because beauty grows old. Even the heart waiting for love will die one day. ...
I am waiting for someone. I am waiting for a person who is willing to come into my life to share my joys and sorrows, and at the same time, who is willing to let me into his life to experience his love and hate, who is willing to accept everything because he likes me, who knows that I am imperfect but still likes me even if I am imperfect, who doesn't care whether others praise him or not, and who only cares about my affirmation and recognition, although the world is full of people.
On windy days, I am waiting, and when it rains, I am waiting. I thought you would feel sorry for my loneliness in the wind, and you wouldn't bear my loneliness in the rain. I thought you'd show up and shelter me from the wind and rain. However, I can't see you through the autumn water. But far away, I heard someone's voice: I want to shelter you from the wind and rain, but please forgive me! I haven't built a solid wall, nor have I built a solid umbrella. Will you wait? ..... Is that you? I don't know. However, I will wait. No matter how long it takes, I won't hesitate.
In this way, in my waiting, in my confident waiting, in my eager waiting, in my painful waiting, in my almost desperate waiting, in my regretless waiting ... how many times flowers have fallen into England, how many times yellow leaves have fallen, how many times spring rains have continued, how many times winter snow has fallen, and how many times grass has bloomed. I have been waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently. Because I believe: eventually, you will appear.
Yes, I'm waiting for someone. Someone who can make me give up the whole forest for a big tree, someone who makes me turn a blind eye to the whole garden because of a grass, someone who makes me stop caring about the whole sky because of a star, someone who can help me drown 3000 yuan ... Yes, I'm waiting for someone. A person who can fly a kite with me on a sunny spring day, a person who will rush into the rain with me on a whim regardless of passers-by's eyes, a person who will put on my coat gently without saying anything when the autumn wind blows, and a person who is willing to wrap himself in a quilt and make a wish with me, even on a cold winter night, yes, I am waiting for someone. A person who makes me willing to give away the only rose in my life, a person who "receives" countless roses but "accepts" one of mine. Yes, I'm waiting for someone. A person who knows that I have been waiting endlessly and cherishes me more, a person who may not be able to participate in my yesterday but is willing to walk hand in hand with me through every tomorrow ... Yes. I am waiting for someone. I'm not sure how long I have to wait, and I don't know how he will come.
But I'm sure: in the boundless wilderness of time, we will meet without a step earlier or a step later. I believe that at that time, we will recognize each other at a glance among thousands of people. Really, I am waiting for someone. Time goes by like water, I'm waiting for someone. Always waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently …
I'm waiting for someone. I'm waiting for someone who is willing to come into my life to share my joys and sorrows, and at the same time, who is willing to let me into his life to understand his love and hate, who is willing to accept everything from me, not because of my hobbies, who knows that I'm imperfect but still loves me even if I'm imperfect, who doesn't care if others praise him, but only cares about my affirmation and recognition, even in the whole world.
On windy days, I am waiting; on rainy days, I am waiting. I think you will feel sorry for my loneliness in the wind. You won't bear my loneliness in the rain. I think you will appear and shelter me from the wind and rain. However, I can't see you through the autumn water. But far away, I heard someone's voice: I want to shelter you from the wind and rain, but please forgive me! I didn't build a solid wall, nor did I build a solid umbrella. Will you wait? ..... Is that you? I don't know. However, I will wait. No matter how long it takes, I won't hesitate.
In this way, in my waiting, in my waiting with faith, in my waiting with longing, in my waiting with pain and torture, in my waiting with the hope of almost falling, in my waiting with no regrets ... flowers bloom several times, yellow leaves float several times, spring rains fall several times, winter snow flutters several times, and grass blooms several times. I have been waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently. Because I believe: eventually, you will appear.
But I'm sure: in the boundless wilderness of time, we will meet unexpectedly if we don't step earlier or later. I believe that at that moment, we will recognize each other at a glance in the eager crowd. Really, I am waiting for someone. Time goes by like water, I'm waiting for someone. Always waiting, waiting quietly, waiting patiently …
Yes, I'm waiting for someone. Someone who can make me give up the whole jungle for a big tree, someone who can make me turn a blind eye to all the flower beds because of a grass, someone who can make me stop caring about all the sky because of a star, someone who can make me stop drowning for him … Yes, I'm waiting for someone. A person who can fly a kite with me on a sunny and cruel spring day, a person who will rush into the rain with me on a whim and fall in front of passers-by, a person who will put on my coat gently without saying anything when the golden wind blows, a person who is willing to wrap a quilt to accompany me to get sick even on a cold winter night, and a yes, I am waiting for someone. A person who makes me willing to send a rose, a person who "received" countless roses but "received" me a rose. Yes, I'm waiting for someone. A person who knows that I have been waiting endlessly and cherishes me doubly, a person who may not have participated in my yesterday but is willing to accompany me through every tomorrow … Yes, I am waiting for someone. I'm not sure how long I have to wait, and I don't know how he will come.