**Ten thousand fans incentive plan If you really can't let go of one person, go and pester a few more times.
Under the night sky of the city, the lonely stars are dotted, like my affectionate gaze, searching for your departed figure over and over again. Some emotions, trying to forget, only to find yourself always thinking of you in the dead of night. The one who talked and laughed with me, walked among the flowers together, and resonated tacitly, but now you have disappeared in the vast sea of people. If I really can't let you go, I decided to go and pester a few more times.
I can't shake away the tenderness you left in your memory, as if that warm evening breeze is still blowing in my ears, gently, gently, evoking all my touches. I know that some love has no result, but it has existed and has been beautiful, so I will cherish it. In the world of love, there is no right or wrong, only persistence. If I really can't let go, then this persistence is my most sincere response.
You say, "The human heart changes." Friends can last forever, but sometimes love can only be fleeting. I laugh at you, maybe so, but if you compare your heart to your heart, your feelings can also precipitate into eternal nectar. You laugh at me for being stupid and say I'm an emotional stubborn. But you don't know, there are some feelings that can't be separated with reason, and that entanglement is better than all fame and profit.
I've dialed your ** at night more than once, but I'm afraid of breaking through the silence and not knowing what I'm going to say. This is not vexatious, nor is it contrived stubbornness, this is a wave in the depths of emotions that will not be calmed. So I had to hang up the ** and seal all the affection and reluctance in my heart.
Perhaps I am obsessed with the past and am overwhelmed, afraid that the subtle and beautiful details will become blurred with the passage of time. Those pieces of the past are like beautiful puzzle pieces, and I don't want to lose any of them. If I can't let you go, then I'm willing to entangle a few more times, even if it's just in exchange for a brief look back from you, I'm grateful.
I shuttle through the corridor of old times, reminiscing about every conversation with you, every story of common experience. Those little things have become the strongest color in our hearts, and they belong to us, the only memory. If I give up this memory, how much color will my world lose! So, I'm not afraid to pester, even if it seems hopeless clumsy.
Do you remember that crisp afternoon after the rain we hid together in that little café? You said that our relationship is like that warm latte, even when it cools, there is an indescribable warmth. I remember that sentence, I always remember. No matter how time has changed, I remember it vividly.
If you really can't let go of someone, go and pester a few more timesEven though I know that the ending may not be perfect, I am willing to feel the sweet and sour emotions with my heart. Because in this lingering tenderness, I found my true self, I learned to love, and I also learned to persevere. I don't want to give up any trace of hope, because I have loved, so I don't regret it.
When I am lonely, I often think of you, and that friendship that goes deep into my bone marrow makes me feel eternal warmth. In the wind and rain, I am no longer lonely, because I have your memories with me. If I can't let go of you, I will allow myself to be entangled occasionally, even if it is silently chanting your name in my heart, even if it is quietly praying for your happiness under the starry sky.
If you really can't let go of someone, give yourself permission to dwell on it a few more times. Because that's where the heart goes, where love goes. And I, even if I fall in the dark night, I am still willing to entangle myself again and again for that deep affection that cannot be placed.