Missed, you a year ago

Friends, where are you? Are you thinking about me too? The days of the year are passing by, but can you leave a shallow stroke in the history of life?

--Inscription

One year, today I am looking at the moving sunset in the sky. I am still standing alone in the deep footprints, looking at the red clouds.

In the sunset, only my deep back dragged a long black shadow into the depths of familiarity. The fly in the ointment is: You are not here. A burst of sorrow and grief in my heart is both helpless and deplorable. My thoughts have long since I don’t know where to fly.

You came to my heart without warning, and left, hurriedly, silently, and turned away all my good memories. When I thought of it, I deplore it and paid a few moments. It was only a apology that made me feel bad for a while.

You will leave, there is no retention; when you leave, you can't stay. I blame me for not bravely getting up and holding you tightly. Unfortunately, it has already been missed, or as Liu Xinwu said: "This kind of miss is almost at fault." I vaguely remember who said: "When you cry for the miss of the sun, you will miss the stars." What about missing? Even if the stars are dazzling, it is not as hot as the sun, not even the truth in a tear!

I still don't understand how magical you can make me always think of you. I don't know if you can hear me crying in the dark corner. I just feel that my heart has been trembled for a long time. I have never seen you flashing and smoothing. Heart, in the end, or with only my loneliness, think of the once crazy love!

"May be good" is the one you said the most when you left. May Jun be good? This is undoubtedly the most ridiculous dethrone: If you cut your heart with a sharp knife, would you ask yourself to be safe? In the past year, I have been walking through this road with an incomplete heart. My heart is bleeding, but is it just bleeding?

I thought I had forgotten it, but I always remembered the tingling of a heart. Can't forget? Yes, I can’t forget it. Even you yourself say that you have to forget a person for seven years, but what is the length of seven years? I don't know if I can go anywhere, maybe, I will never think of you again before that.

I really don't understand how many of the red meats of the fist size can hold you, always showing the trivial memories of you. The sad tears are slowly falling, splashing, not just simply thinking of you.

"Sorry, missed you a year ago"

Suqian Junior Middle School, Suyu County, Suqian, Jiangsu, China