If there is, I don't want to listen to you any more. I just want to hold your hand quietly, because all the promises are just the self-consolation of two people who are going to separate..
I don't know what it feels like to leave you anymore..
I met you in autumn, the first year of high school, when the sun pretended to be young and made our military training children sweat.. You stepped on White Shoe, dressed in blue trousers and red shirt, and stood out from the crowd, smiling and piercing my eyes.. Many years later, it was discovered that it had hurt my heart..
When you approach, blue pants and red shirt, I first saw such a beautiful color.. You are a man, but like an angel, but without wings, and I, willing to become wings, accompany you to wherever you want to go, even to the ends of the earth.. Looking at your back, my world gradually became monotonous into two colors, red is my eyeful of hope, and blue is your ruthless indifference. From then on, my eyes tried to find the most beautiful color in the world in the crowd..
You seldom appear in front of me, just a flour, but your perfect image is deep in my heart.. Goodbye, Seven Days A Week.
Why did you let me see you? A place that does not belong to you, you crouch in the corner of inside, smoking with a group of boys, my heart hurts, not because your perfect image in my heart is damaged, but because I worry about you, see you cough, feel very distressed, really want you not to smoke, but who am I to you?
You like to walk in the corridor, like to lie prone on the upstairs and watch the scenery, accidentally discovered, let me not love sports, out of the classroom, looking for your figure. And I, too, did the humblest thing in my life. Through the window of the toilet, ToToLook watched you until you left..
Maybe we have looked back more than 500 times in our past lives, otherwise, how can we still meet in this life??
At that time, we met in the corridor, I couldn't help looking at your eyes, bright and clear, and consciously bowed his head.. And you, like a harmless person, walked past me, my heart suddenly by violent beating to freeze to a standstill. I couldn't help but turn around and look at you. It wasn't my back. A sunny face appeared in front of me. My heart almost jumped out. Therefore, I immediately turned around and quickly disappeared in the corridor..
"Hi, are you Yao Shui from Class 5! I'm from Class 8. My name is Yang Xing. I think you are cute. How about we make friends? "Is he, I like the boy, unexpectedly take the initiative to talk to me, I bowed his head, he approached, looked up at him, with a smile, is it not an angel? I "well", bowed their heads and left.
Time is running out. Our relationship quickly spread in the class. It is recognized as a talented woman, and we are also envied by many people. During that time, I was really happy. I was glad that I chose this high school. I was glad to meet you. I was glad that you liked me..
I still fantasize about building the future, but when people found out, she was my mother. She saw the love letter you wrote, questioned me and criticized me.. From then on, I know, love is not two people, maybe, is my fault.
You said, don't cry, we will be together again after graduation, three years is not long, I believe, because I believe that you still love me.
You said, don't cry, live in your heart in the future, I believe, pick up the withered heart, wipe away the lost tears, hold your hand, dream of Dying Young.
You said, the road is too steep. When you pave the stones, return magnificently and join hands with romance, I believe it. Since then, I have never seen your smile again. The cold back has frozen my eyes and I am looking forward to your turning around..
You said, dear, I miss you, you know? I have been thinking of you, wind knows my missing, cloud saw tears in my eyes, but I don't want you to know.
I remember everything you said, because I know that you will forget, and I want to leave little bits and pieces about you.. Your smile touches my heart, and your sadness stings my heart..
However, what you said is only what you said after all..
Finally, flour, you are dark, walking from the school gate, not red, not blue, dressed in sports black, has become all my memories of you. At this moment, the corridor is full of noise, enrollment information permeates the whole campus, we pretend to be strangers, and no longer speak until you pass me by..
Looking back, I can only see your back. I know, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.