Commemorating the days of repeating the same mistakes

Forget how long it has been without such silence in your own world, and one minute and one second seems to be long like the whole century. I thought I forgot, thinking that I had let go of the one who made myself live in another world. I did not expect that I still live in my own day that makes my heart beat and then my heartache.

There is a kind of wound, I will hide it behind the happiest, thinking that this can escape, and then leave calmly. Maybe I forgot, the things will be reversed, the more happy, the more the shackles of the heart will slowly flow out. In those days, I always heard the falling fireworks, thinking that the moment of embarrassment is eternal, but now I want to come, nothing more than can not get it but also reluctant, the last kind of beautiful wishes.

There is such a moment of fireworks, it will remain in the heart to become a kind of obsession, just like the parting night that year, clenched hands, crying and shouting "I will not let go"

Those days, I am not a person who likes to drink, but also completely turned into a drunkard. But those who told me to drink alcohol, but did not tell me the next sentence is even more embarrassing. For a moment, I was completely blind, drunk, annoyed, tired. But more is the memories before those pains, warm, dull.

This is enough, or not enough. After the prosperity, the cold streets, if not prosperous, how to come to the cold streets. If you haven’t let go of the fireworks, why not say it. Maybe it’s really drunk, maybe it’s really tired. Maybe it is really crying, maybe it is really reluctant. The last sentence of the year, parting, maybe you will not understand the meaning of the last sentence, but I understand. Because I was still reluctant that year, and the reverse is the meaning of LOVE.

Can I really forget those past? I don't want to ask for a trace of love, because the love of luxury is, after all, coming, not going to last forever.

Sitting in the team that sent the pro, the sister who loved me the most in those years is getting married. I know that I can only bless her in the end, and I only bless her. She is very happy, but I have a flustered. Because I know that we can't be as warm as we were when we were young. There have been more and more things in these years, even if I have time, I can't go to her house at will, but I clearly remember my sister's drawer-style my treasure chest. Maybe we are all grown up, we have our own things, and the gaps will get bigger and bigger.

In the banquet, I didn't talk, just the spicyness of a glass of wine, from the throat to the stomach, to the throat, and finally to dizziness. The visitor refused, so the cup was filled and filled... until the last drunk, drunken stomach, in fact, not uncomfortable, the real uncomfortable but in the period after drunkenness.

I remembered the past with you, remembered the time I used to love, remembered what happened in that school, and remembered the best playmates a long time ago. Everything is like the past, and nothing has to happen. If you are not awake, why are you drunk in the past? If you are intoxicated, why live in a sober world. Everything that happens in this world is in a cycle, a cycle, and maybe it will really end in the end of the world before there is a real end.

These years have gradually understood and are slowly waking up, but the more clear, the more clear, but the more difficult it is to accept the world in which they live. Busy, inactive. Write and count, remember to watch. Sober, flustered. Whether it is right or wrong. Whether it can be changed, or it can not be repaired.

What others have said is self-contained. What we say, what kind of reasons to choose, what kind of fruit. Everything is carefully calculated, but it is found that it is getting more and more off track. You can't keep your own heart, can you still be yourself? It's like being alive. Like a cockroach ant is alive.

I commemorate the encounters of that year, and also commemorate the calmness and ignorance of those days. I am obsessed with my own heart and can't escape the causal cycle. It will be my side will be with me, not my end will not be able to stay. The Buddha said that everything goes with it, and the Tao says that it is inaction.