Current classmates, today's friendship, tomorrow's strangeness

Broken bridge edge - 徘徊

Suddenly I discovered that there are only a handful of people who can really be friends. Sometimes, some people don't have to say goodbye, they have already left.

Sometimes, some things don't need to be understood.

Sometimes, some roads will not grow longer.

Those people, those things, those roads, those are just those, but at that time, it was already the past.

Always looking at the space where I used to be in a daze, those friends who said that they are not separated are gone, turned, and strangers.

Familiar, quiet,

Quiet, left,

Leaving, strange,

Unfamiliar, disappeared,

Disappeared, a stranger.

Commitment, the burden that can't be afforded, in the future, no longer believe, in the future, not easily promised, and later learn to be indifferent.

I care too much about my friends and become selfless. In the end, I always discard myself on a deserted island where no one is, and I am healing myself. Unwilling to reveal too much sorrow, so quiet.

I always look at the mobile phone, inexplicably think of some people, but I don't want to break through this silence, just silently miss those friends who have given encouragement and care. Although I left, I am still grateful. Although strange, but still miss. The words that have been motivated are remembered in the heart. The years I have been with, remember your warmth.

Maybe my silence makes us strange,

Maybe my departure made us strange,

Maybe my silence makes us no longer contact,

Maybe, those maybe, just because of me,

But I am a stubborn child, like to read old. Your departure will only make me more silent, only let me want to cry, only let me blame myself. In the days of no connection, one person, slowly, learns to be light.

I have gone too far, met too many people, and said too much,

The text, still, so pale, so powerless. Still, put your thoughts in the text. Still, used to grief. Still, a person is free from the stars of the night.

Many people, many things, have been silent and are unwilling to mention. When I turned around, I became a stranger, and I forgot each other in the tunnel of time. Who would have remembered that there was such a person?

Time, a blink of an eye, too fast, always people, is time to change people, or change yourself to change, I can only silence...

First day: Xiaobai