Flower, the end of carving thanks.Wind, accept the pursuit.It doesn‘t matter if there are some heart injuries. I accept your decision.
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How far is it forever? At that time, I often asked you with a lollipop. You said with a smile, forever so far awayThat summer, you said to me with a smile, your name is moMo, a nice name. You are also a good personYou once told me to laugh often and not to be sad again. I remember it all. Since we separated for how long, I will never forget our agreement, the eternal agreement, and the promise that we will never give upHoney, were all growing up, so we‘re all changing, rightSo, its normal that we are strangers. So you will forget our agreementThis is what I think. Because I feel.
Mo, you don‘t care about me anymoreI hope thats my delusion, OK?Remember, we went on a pirate ship? Looking up at Ferris wheel together? Eating ice cream on a carousel? There are also loitering in the street together, walking aimlessly in the street, and then laughing together, laughing very loud, “attracting” many people‘s eyesThink of the past, those once, those beautiful onceIt seems that things are different from people.Now, what is a person to do. I have no shadow of you. See that picture, my tears will fall. I love to cry. Am I very sad?Remember this one? This picture outlines two children, one with a small mouth and the other with a tongue sticking out. They are laughing so sweetly - so sweet, it seems that the air is also laughing, and the two little fingers are hooked together. It seems that they have become eternal------And this one was taken by me.
At that time, you were crying. When you wiped your tears with your sleeve, I immediately captured it. The water and the sky connected behind your back. It was very, very commemorative!This is the most beautiful picture Ive ever made for you. Under the afterglow of the sunset, in the wheat field, there is a girl in a white skirt with a smile on her face. She is running. At the moment of raising her feet, I press the shutter button.There are many, many photos, many beautiful ones.The angel caresses the harp, the wings close to heaven, and the whisper of ten fingers on the heartstrings stirs up a fantasy ending in the quiet nightFloating flowers rainy season, lonely season.Postscript:I said, “will our future be beautiful? Will our agreement remain? ”You said: “the development of many things is doomed to an end. Enjoy the beautiful process. When we pass by, we should learn to forget.”
Jumping mood. Simple happiness. Happy smile. At that time, I could not think of anything.But now, belong to me, only wait, only lonely, only silence.
