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The rain is still beautiful, and the world in the sky is still so beautiful. However, whose world is already gloomy and full of sadness? Gray days, ruthless rain, haggard people, who is seeing through who exists? Blue Dreams, purple butterflies, falling leaves, whose heart does the wind enter? A person’s tears, a person’s smile, a person’s story, a person’s memory, a person’s sadness, what changes did the years change? The lingering of time records too many sorrows. The regret buried, the persistence of one person, the waiting of one person. The pieces of sadness picked up were flying all over the sky, and the past was engraved behind the wounds. A hurt, a memory, who ever thought about how long it would last together? Watch your loneliness quietly, see the people passing by one after another, see the flowing water flowing with pains, see the fallen flowers passing by with waves, who can appreciate the sigh immersed in this? In the bustling downtown, the desire spread all over the body, but we had to let go. Because I understand that what does not belong to me will fall down after all, and it will be a wrong encounter after all. It may be a good choice to let off the extravagant hopes in happiness, the sadness in hands and the beauty in dreams. However, the cloud skimmed over the blue sky, perhaps just a moment of beauty, but left an illusion beyond expectation in the water mirror. No matter the reality or ideal, most of the time, we are unable to grasp and retain. Our world is full of too many temptations and countless emotional ups and downs. Only when you have lost it can you know how to cherish it. However, sometimes, no matter how hard you want to stay or not, no matter how hard you want to work, in the end, there is only yourself left, and the remaining pain pervades every corner of the air. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have clenched myself so tightly at the beginning that I fell myself too broken in the end. Maybe, after being smashed, we can choose again. However, sometimes, even if it is shattered, even if it is painful, we will still choose to refuse the rock melting, and we would rather choose to drag the broken body to walk in a person’s world. Even if you are hurt, helpless and unable to let go, you will choose to bear it alone. In a person’s world, in the memory that cannot be buried, quietly indulge in your own sorrow. The life of Ren has turned yellow, the time of Ren is no longer yesterday, and the memory of Ren has been disabled, but the heartbreaking memory is still old. Loneliness is a sorrowful and beautiful star, which never falls its curtain, and is always on stage. Who has become its loyal audience? When sadness flows back into a river, how can the submerged happiness break through the shackles of death? Try hard to forget, try hard to get rid of, and try hard to choose again. However, familiar things and things emerge in front of us; Familiar words linger in our ears. All, triggered a burst of heartache, made myself Gray and frozen immediately. Even so, I was unwilling to let go, because I was reluctant. Although it was very painful, I had too many fragments of good memories, and let yourself choose loneliness. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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