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The butterfly in my heart has flown away!I know that I will never fall in love with anyone again, although the memory makes me unable to forget that person, it will eventually make me forget love.In the later days, I went to the roof alone to look at the clouds, and I realized that I was back to the past, the same season as before, watching the evening sky on the roof in the same season. I remember that at that time, someone once told me that she love me!Where was she in the later days?

I was still sitting alone on the roof looking at the sky, listening to the loneliness of the sky and the loneliness in my heart.Loneliness is because I have been accompanied by someone before, so I know what a lonely day is, watching the scenery alone, smoking a cigarette, listening to the wind whispering softly, they are so lonely!They are all lonely, and they are all so lonely in the seemingly prosperous world!

The hot summer is a very slow and depressing season, and it seems that one person can never finish it. The sober pain and longing in the memory split and split the real self. I dare not face the unbearable feeling.I know that butterfly is flying away!The butterfly of love never looked back, and from then on, my fate with it was over.It may not be a bad thing, many people have to be like this, so they can relax and concentrate on other things.

Without love, life is no longer so romantic, without someone to miss, life seems to be a kind of loneliness. It turns out that what we need is often just a lonely nostalgia. Whether you like it or not, the time to miss is always longer than when you have it. long.That's why it's so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

Looking at the scenery on the roof alone, watching the returning birds passing overhead, watching their lonely flying, watching the blue sky, watching the white clouds, everything is so quiet, like The frozen space-time picture has a taste similar to memory.Only those mottled fine petals slowly floated down from the sky, disturbing the dullness of the whole summer and disturbing a dull heart.

Sometimes I think that love may be like a favorite song, no one can listen to it so deeply, every day, no matter how beautiful the sound of nature is, it can only be like this, if it is too repetitive, it will get tired, after all, no one can Repeatedly listen to a song many times, even for a long time, many years!lifetime!It can only be a song you liked once, and it will always be dusty after listening to it. Until you open it again to listen to it, your first reaction is still that it is your favorite song!No matter how many times you listen to it, it is still your favorite song, but you can't listen to it so desperately, even if you like it, you won't listen to it every day.Sometimes this love is like a nice song, you like it but you can’t like it forever, you can only tell yourself that you like it every time you take it out to enjoy it, but you can’t take it out to enjoy it for a long time.

Turn every piece of memory into a song, sing the song of love, take it out and listen to it when you miss it, reminisce about the people you once liked, and the little sweetness of love, whether joyful or melancholy, after the song is over, you It is still you, the things that should be put away will be put back after all.When you want to hear it, take it out and savor it alone. After all, memory is something that cannot be taken away. As long as you are willing, it is more permanent and reliable than love.

Life is like a golden wheat field, exuding the joy of harvest, no matter what road you walk on, those heavy things belong to your past, your future is so light, so light, you can still be alone with a free heart Flying, all the past is a kind of withdrawal, what you can let go, what you can't let go, you will eventually let go.

A heart is too tired to withstand long-term torment and suffering. After all, you have to let go, after all, you should let go. It turned out that nothing was lost. What do you want?Actually you got it all!

Those memories of youth and youth, those loves that have been reluctant to part, have never left. We have already got what we want, but we can’t get it for a long time. Whether it is in reality or in memory, if you want, there is always a place You can let it live, let it germinate.It's like the song I want to hear, I know I like it very much, but I don't listen to it often, but every time I say, that's what I like!

A touch of love, a touch of taste, beautiful scenery, long-lasting memory, it turns out that all these things spliced ​​together become a kind of romance.Is it to blame for the beauty I can't have but another beauty?Can it be blamed?If you can't, then don't blame anything, just go on like this, don't think about it, don't ask.Going on like this, the past and the future are all experienced in this heart.

Footprints fell on the beach of time, blue reeds, purple birds, and the sweet smiles of the past. All the most beautiful things are left behind. I will dream again next time. I will not stretch out my hands to hug again. Said, this is my favorite, past, future, all favorite, but I will not always remember it.Perhaps the most beautiful and favorite are short-lived nostalgia, which cannot be owned too frequently, cannot be obtained, and there is no need to think about it.

The flowers in the future bloom and fall, watching the loneliness of the grass growing and the warbler flying.I laughed, what else do you remember?Will I still hold your hand and say I love you so persistently and caringly?I don't know, but I know that the days when I loved you are gone, or I will love you in the future, but I don't want to mention it, I don't want to love you anymore!

It's over, the butterfly in my heart is flying away, I know.