For some people, time has spared the quicksand at their fingertips, but they are still entangled in the depths of their hearts. Even though the years have passed in a hurry, the forgotten answer is like the afterglow of the sunset, shining brightly.
Maybe he's long since disappeared into the long river of time, maybe he's chuckling softly in another world now, but it's always so clear in my memory. The details of time are slowly blurred, and the memories of you are like a distant mirror, soaked in tears of years.
Reluctance and regret are intertwined into a poignant symphony, diffused in the starlight of each late night. When the heart is cooled by the years, the thoughts are like the lonely stars of the eternal night, illuminating the lonely night sky.
Maybe we're really just passers-by, just a passing moment in each other's lives. The moment of acquaintance and reunion is destined to be beautiful and short-lived. Thoughts have become an eternal cycle that runs through the years, lingering.
Don't forget those who can't forget, just let them stay in the bottom of their hearts, just like those unchanging landscapes. Life is sometimes just a vast interpretation, and we are only a part of it, destined to not be able to choose the ending.
You say that forgetting is to make yourself better, and forgetting is to give yourself a chance to start over. Maybe yes, but I understand that some people, some memories, are destined to be inerasible. Years later, when I look back again, or when I experience a new relationship again, I will still miss that unforgettable love.
Therefore, those who can't forget it should not forget, let that thoughts and memories become an eternal landscape in life. Maybe one day, we will meet again, and the years at that time will also reflect the light of the past and become a fragment full of youthful memories.
So, let the memories hurt my heart and let it become the deepest imprint of my heart. Because no matter what, you are the one I can never let go, so let my thoughts pass through time and space and bloom leisurely in the long river of years.