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Time Ferry, love is separated into a stranger

Waiting for the bridge to guard the loneliness, the floating light shines on the way back. Time flies silently, love breaks up into a stranger. Write in front

Facing the wind, standing at the bridge head before dawn, watching love drifting towards the distance gradually with paddles. It turns out that love is Strangers in the silent ferry of time. The monsoon which couldn’t distinguish the direction constantly blew into my eyes, looking at the light before dawn. There was a layer of thin fog in my eyes, which was a little unclear. The past is like having a dream, a pain left in the wake of a dream, and time has been wandering on the edge of the dream, so helpless that I am ready to move, but I can’t be indifferent. This bridge carved into missing by time once wrote down the process of our feelings. We used to think that we could watch the scenery along the way, the last second we came to the end together, and then we recalled the footprints we had traveled all the way, the scenery we had seen all the way, and the sounds we had listened to all the way, I thought happiness could be so easy. Only through real experience can we know that those are just what we call fantasies, and happiness is not easy. We chased and ran all the way. At first, we plucked up our courage, but at last we only had hopeless hysteria. Therefore, I didn’t mention the memory of love, just want to hide it in my heart until I grow old. In the hot and dry season, even the memory becomes unstable. The tranquil Bridge is beating with the unforgettable old scene. I still remember how many dawn I waited here together, how many moods I told the stars together, and how many winnings I hugged and waited for the cold wind to go through the mirror. It’s just what I remember. The other party may have forgotten everything. Sometimes I really hate myself. Why is the things I have experienced always so clear, like a brand, deeply branded in my heart, but I didn’t feel pain at first, when I recalled it, I realized that it was a kind of heart-wrenching pain, and even tears would pour out unconsciously. I don’t know how much time a person can spend waiting for a period of past content, I don’t know how much space a heart can have to load a period of changed feelings, I don’t know how many moments a tear can peel off the pain of the past. I only know all the things of the past and the heavy things in my dreams are relentlessly eroding the cracks of heartbreak, and the face of years is destroyed into loss. Tears jumped into the river along the bridge head, and flowers just like wounds burst out in a flash. In the river of time, we are all ferrymen of love. The two maintain the balance of ships. When one of them chooses to let go cruelly one day, then the relationship will lose balance, finally, I could only watch the long-guarded emotion capsized in the river and helplessly watched it drowned. I tried to reach out to save it ashore, but finally I returned to nothing. Later I realized that when one person resolutely wanted to abandon, the other one would eventually be exhausted even if he had more strength. Some people say: time is the poison of love, which constantly erodes the castle built by emotion. In the end, there is only a pile of ruins roaring in time. And all the things we paid before were buried in the ruins until one day, they were forgotten in a certain corner of the world. Who has given, who has loved each other, only know each other, but these have been irrelevant, in the end of the second to draw a prison. Standing at the end of the bridge, but could not see the end of the other side, there were too many unwilling to pull myself unwilling to go back in my heart, so I watched the glitter scene shaking in front of my eyes, waiting alone. In fact, it is not the time that doesn’t let me go, nor the time that doesn’t let me go, but the melody of memory has not been played to the end. On the bridge of missing, I continued to wait, waiting for this strange road with love gone.

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