English appreciation: the wounds of the fleeting time can only be licked by yourself.

Time-lapse wounds can only be licked by themselves. Yesterday, I was deeply in love. From then on, it is a thing of the past to mention it again.

Life is full of ups and downs, even if the memory can't be erased, you can find a peace and tranquility for yourself. All the love and hate have been engraved in my heart somewhere. I don't know which day, it ran out again and took away all the happiness.

You said you had to forget the past completely before you could be born again. That day, you sent me away and let me embark on a journey to find my dream. I've been walking. If one day, I lose my memory and only remember myself, you should stop asking others about me. If a place leaves, it is no longer a port.

It's always easy to get involved in the past. Maybe I still love you, so I am still willing to put you in a corner of my heart. In the world of mortals, your unintentional affection has become a scar on my hand. When Mo Wen met, maybe you didn't understand that those insincere words were just to cover up their sincerity.

After I left, it took me too long to know that life would not be different without you, just following the usual trajectory and sailing silently into the distance. Don't be afraid, if I mention the past again, my eyes will be hazy. Those who took a wrong turn and missed people became the scenery that was swept away. I learned stability, calmness, silence and patience.

I stood in the wind and swept my messy thoughts into the darkest corner. The sunshine was just right, and after several years, the cocoon buried deep in my heart broke out in the warm spring, turned into a butterfly, and danced under the blue sky, just for the past.

The wind blew through my face, soft and beautiful, and my pen was scattered all over the floor, so I stood in a small town full of flowers. Sadness, your appearance, let me write down a sky.

Perhaps lonely people will always remember everyone who appears in their lives, just as I always think of you inadvertently. It's not mine. After all, it's not mine. We are just passers-by after all.

Flowers fall, infinite sadness. Once upon a time, we laughed at Zhan Yan, but now we are full of sadness; Once upon a time, we would talk about Kan Kan, but now there is only silence, too much worry and too much practical helplessness. At the foot of the road, keep going. It rains in my city. The rainy season is always sad, and the city where you live is just sunny at this time.

Love is the right time, the right place and the right thing. Only one person is willing to guard, and only one person will appear. Only one person is willing to love deeply, and another person dares to entrust his life to him. Your world is the happiness I pass by. I believe everything will be fine, even if it is not today, there will be one day.