I always think that you are the starting point of my happiness, and I can wander freely in the ocean with you. Unfortunately, this fate is too short, just like duckweed on the sea. If we meet for a short time, we should go our separate ways. When we met you, it went deep into the bone marrow. They say that the hand we can't hold can be held for a long time. However, what is left in this unreachable distance? What is left is a kind of pain that I can't let go. How long can this distant dream between us last? Stop and look back, we have been separated for so long. In the silent time, even a simple greeting can't be sent out. After all, the barren cliff of time is a desolate past. If you love deeply, you will be lonely; if you love strongly, you will mourn. The only thing left by waving is pale, floating like rain, and suddenly turned into dust.
Perhaps, I am really not brave enough. I don't have the courage to face you I love deeply. Even if I miss such a simple word, I can't tell you. Memory is an invisible knife. The knife is engraved in a weak heart, and sometimes it hurts beyond words. But my stubbornness doesn't allow me to expose my troubles in the dark corner to the sun. I can only use a mask to cover up my inner hurt and pain, leaving endless.
Think of your soft and broad palm, the faint smell of tobacco at your fingertips, the smell in your memory, your handsome appearance, cigarette in your mouth, squinting and shallow breathing. I smell a faint smell of tobacco in the air. The way you bounce off the ashes looks so deep, and your appearance reappears in front of my eyes. They are all kindness I am familiar with. I am afraid that everything will be stolen by time. You, who were kind,