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Lost in Forgotten Days |
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Days always pass by in a hurry, and we always pass each other in a rush as well.
The past is like countless scattered stars, impossible to count or make sense
of. The worries in my heart are endless, like drops of water in the sea.
Endless daydreams never give me anything, they only serve to numb me
temporarily. The brush in my hand has never painted anything on the canvas of my
life. I don't know which direction to strive for on the path of life. Walking
through that silent corridor, my heart also calms down, and I remember those
words that have echoed in my ears countless times: "Once something is missed, it
will never return. Once someone is missed, they will be gone forever." It makes
sense. Everyone realizes the value of something only after losing it.
Endless sunsets, endless moons, endless emotions. Despite my indifference, I
have hurt others' hearts so mercilessly. I have left a deep mark in the hearts
of others, impossible to erase.
Trying to forget the pain that cannot be forgotten, recalling the habit of
waiting, but now not knowing what I am waiting for. Trying to forget, yet it
resurfaces; trying to remember, yet it remains elusive. The days pass by, but
the pain in my heart cannot disappear.
Raindrops seem so insignificant and fragile in front of the earth. Stalactites
fall off cleanly.
Recalling those beautiful vows, do I truly understand the explanations beneath
the starry sky? You have blurred your vision. What I wrote cannot be erased,
what I forgot cannot be remembered, and what I waited for has become a memory.
Memories weep and depart. Fireworks are so beautiful in this silent night but
fade away in an instant. Shooting stars in this deep blue sky are so splendid
but disappear in the blink of an eye, just like my heart. |
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