Pottery-style friendship

In the dynamic circle of friends, there is still your "talk", just saying that we can't talk about the past between us, we can't tell the distance between us! You said - "The relationship is like a clay pot, there is no possibility of recovery. ". I know how sad and bitter the text you are using with your thin fingers, and why you don't want to greet me proactively. No, no! I used to be ignorant, always use "we are just two parallel lines that do not intersect" to interpret this broken friendship. At that time, I thought that the end of friendship is a kind of relief, a kind of Relieved. But until... until I first came to middle school, I couldn’t see your laughing figure, I couldn’t remember you, my sweet thing, the innocent innocence, the sweet smile. At that time, I was a bit silly and a little helpless. I knew that you couldn’t be with me in the middle of the country, but I always smelled the taste of a happy sugar if you were around me...

I know that you also want to shake hands with me and relive the friendship of the past. In fact, I am also a nightmare for a kind of speech and realm. If it is true, then can we go to the field together and eat snacks on the streets without worry? Then, when "unfortunately" meets your mother, "狡猾" says that it is my enthusiasm. Snacks that invite you to eat? Oh, hey, really, in the chat with Inou, we also always talk about your topic, talk about your innocence, talk about your strength, talk about your talent. But I only dare to talk about you secretly, in front of your face, but pretend not to care about the general "passing"...

Hey, I heard Grandpa say that you used to ask me when I was at the stream. The heart is full of joy, not excitement, but it is a lingering embarrassment! Grandma said that you have a preparation for words, matching you and my friendship. I didn't know why at that time. After listening to this sentence, "Harmony," I was uncomfortable. I want to be reconciled, but there is no courage to match. I can't imagine the scene of chatting with you again.

Once separated, I used to cry for your "ruthless". But behind each paragraph, both sides have had a fault. For example, I said that you said that I am "doing nosy", this is not wrong. I remember that time you told me about your family’s family affairs. You didn’t tell me, but I finally told me under my stalker--between my father and dad because of business. If there is a problem and it is no longer the same, you will not go back to your hometown many times! But I reneged, told my grandmother, and the grandmother told you what to listen to, you are kneeling with your mom once. I said this again in the conversation. Of course, your mom is not willing to let the family go out and beat you. After a full circle, I ended up with you because of the mouthfuls! I once again looked at the previous letters and remembered that "I am willing to be your 'beats' because you are the happy angel I admire," Oh, I don’t want to cry, I can’t cry, I don’t want to smile, I don’t have a bright smile! You said that I am a happy angel you admire, but how do I feel that you are being dragged by me!

Friendship, I hope that it will not be as fragile as a clay pot!