The end of adults is always silent and sound, silent but heartfelt, ruthless and seemingly affectionate;No one asked the teacher to ask the guilt, traced back to the source, and the poor original was actually commissioned!
Many people come without warning, and they go quietlyPeople who used to have nothing to say, I don't know from which moment there will be no intersection, no quarrel, no reason, no holiday, you no longer contact me, I will no longer contact you, it is a tacit understanding;This is the last time they are on the same frequency.
What is drifting apart may never be the feelings in our hearts, but the trajectories of our respective lives, we are all each other we once knew, and we are no longer the same as we once knew each other.
Don't know how far and near you are, how desolate and boring it is. Gradually drifting away and gradually without books, the water is wide and the fish sink where to ask. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are hate. Therefore, I look for a single pillow in a dream, and the dream does not become a lamp and an ember.
If both of them are decent, the feelings will not be disappointed;Once, maybe forever!
I'm Ka'b, and I'm with you!
Author: Kabu, freelance writer, ** person, manager of Buska (clothing)!
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