The prosperous and peaceful world's tosses and turns, lightly humming a shallow song of the red dust's desolate zither.

  The desolation of the past and the initial narrow escape have written today's fragmented everything.

  A faint moan in the wind blurred the vision, and the desolate sea of heart overflowed into a disaster.

  The young man had once sworn so solemnly to forever, and had whispered such tender and moving words of affection.

  A slap followed by a candy is an act that has been performed countless times, but I remain forever immersed in the sweetness of the candy.

  Forgot the heart-wrenching pain of the previous second, foolishly satisfied with his tenderness.

  Everything in the past is like a reversed film, with frame by frame of frozen images floating before one's eyes.

  A chance encounter in the backlight of a late summer, the young man's lazy and distant, surprised to meet, the young man's handsome face can't be shaken off from the beginning.

  Longing for a reunion, the boy's city-dwelling eyes had a childlike air that warmed up that numb heart.

  Snowflakes fluttering, a chance encounter with Oolong tea; under the warm yellow lamp light, reflected is the smile of a young man's captivating face.

  The faint misty atmosphere of a shared meal, the sorrow revealed in the conversation accompanied by the melancholy of youth.

  After a season of separation, they meet again at the turning point, and the faded dullness is painted into a seven-colored rainbow by the youth's splendor.

  The warm sunlight pours down, and the bitter sorrow is poured out. In the eyes of the young man, there flows a wound that has been inflicted by others.

  The dim and ambiguous warmth rose, a light kiss on the cheek spread the greenness of youth.

  For whom is this intoxicating drunkenness like mud, with gentle words like water? Whispering with the rare vulnerability of youth, somewhat bewildered.

  Dazed and confused, he burst through the empty door, the young man's flushed cheeks shining brightly in the sunlight.

  That green sea, that necklace, that photo, those interlocking fingers, that romantic dialogue, that bicycle being carried

  Those cool and playful splashes of water, those hands held while running down street after street.

  Each small alley carries the past beauty and departed love.

  Those deep impressions in my mind originally

  Too many good things have now become a mockery of my downfall and pale complexion.

  Time has changed, and these four words are enough to summarize all our past.

  Perhaps the youth's eyebrows and eyes had already been painted in his heart, those memories turned into brilliant ink deeply penetrating.

  Already dissolved in the blood, flowing through the limbs and bones, eroding the faintly aching heart.

  Crouching in an inconspicuous corner by the road, my trembling shoulders are enough to prove my cowardice.

  It's just that everything came too suddenly, so suddenly that it left me at a loss, without time to say one last "I love you" to him.

  The sunshine on my body, the sobbing deeply buried between my arms will not be noticed by anyone.

  Perhaps ordinary Cinderella was never meant to have that beautiful encounter with the prince.

  Two parallel lines that have deviated from their orbits will inevitably drift further and further apart after intersecting.

  If they had never met, that girl would still be a girl who lived a peaceful and quiet life, guarding her innocence.

  No lonely tears fell under the dim lights, no misty loneliness in dreams, no humble fear of being insignificant.

  The pain after loving is a wound that she cannot heal with her lifetime.

  That forgotten glass shoe in a corner may have been picked up and become a more beautiful romance.

  But the original master is the one who will be forgotten by everyone after years of loneliness.

  The air is filled with the melancholy of late summer, and the dappled light and shadow cast on the heart's wound.

  That day, the relationship shattered, and the beautiful sunshine had a different taste today.

  The sapphire-like eyes rippled with waves of sorrow, the irrepressible melancholy that could not be dispelled was the beauty of the past that vanished in an instant.

  Young man, you are indeed as heartless as a thin sole. The prosperous and flourishing city that was painstakingly built is now reduced to ruins because of you.

  If I were selfish and only left her with bitter longing, would what's happening now be another tragic love?

  As beautiful as a flower, she is still unable to resist the deceitful words that come out of his mouth.

  In this prosperous and peaceful year, I guard the empty city, softly humming a shallow song of the quiet and desolate zither.

  You are the lingering flow in my heart, also the young man who made me bitterly smile and ponder over the coolest emotions of the vast sea and the changing world.

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