This time, we really want to say goodbye
On the day of taking graduation photos, the sun was so big.
I dare not look up. I always feel that the sun will stab my eyes.
You came from a distance. A white shirt. A black tie. As tall and straight as a prince.
You look at me and smile.
The picture taken by the whole grade, you stand above me.
700 people. We are very close.
I left quietly while taking class photos.
I just think that what should be forgotten will eventually be forgotten. Even leaving images is futile.
You watched me leave. You stopped me and said goodbye.
I nodded, turned around and burst into tears.
I understand that no matter how casual your 'goodbye' is, this time, we really want to say goodbye.
I understand that God has given us seven years. We won't be so cruel. Let's be classmates again and continue to entangle again.
From friend to lover to friend
You and I are friends now. You are so good, but you can only be friends.
It doesn't matter if you pretend to be indifferent. How can we ask for more.
I can still be friends. Maybe this is the best result.
When a friend becomes a lover and then a friend, he can only write a song.
Pinguan's lyrics are always so direct to the hearts of the people.
Let people listen, they will suddenly want to cry.
I have been a classmate with you for 7 years. Five of them are classmates.
Sometimes I really prefer that nothing has ever happened between us.
The short episode of those four months, after a little sweetness, is a long sadness and sadness.
In fact, being a friend is really good;
A little ambiguity is really enough.
But we have to be lovers.
It's hard to feel at home from lover to friend.
In fact, I always like to look at you in class.
When the sun hits your face, I always shake my mind.
I always suddenly doubt that you are the man who once vowed to love me forever.
Why do you feel so strange.
It seems that everything didn't really happen.
I'm the girl who grew up with you.
I watched you change from a boy to a man and become taller and stronger.
I watched you change from shy to open and become more and more unfamiliar to me.
You're not what I'm familiar with.
Or, you've never been familiar to me.
I always think the most words you said to me are, 'don't think about it, okay?'
I always know that I am a woman who can think too much.
I also know that I just grow up with you. You will leave me sooner or later. It doesn't make a big difference to be earlier and later.
It's just that I can't really do it. It doesn't matter.
You shine all at once, and I'll be dizzy all my life
You know, I really thought the way you hugged me was a hint of commitment.
So I always believe that when it's time to forget, it's natural to forget without effort.
So what's the reason why I'm so reluctant to part with you?
When I was tidying up my room yesterday, I found a lot of souvenirs when we were together.
Tickets for each movie together; Tickets to the park every time; The concert you took me to; The couple pendant we bought together; The necklace you bought me; And the bracelet I took from you & hellip& hellip;
They are all lying in my drawer. I haven't lost it for so many years.
But if I didn't tidy that drawer, I don't think I'd like to see them again all my life.
I also saw the diary I wrote for you at that time. It's really a picture of a very young girl's feelings, recording our piecemeal news content every day.
On a certain day, you said, we will last forever.
On a certain day, you said that men are liars. Don't believe it easily in the future.
I remember crying when you said these two words. The last time was happy. The last time was sad.
Give you the last love, is no longer involved in your life.
One person carries the debt of two people. Don't you work hard to commemorate it.
After breaking up, we were still classmates. Later, we moved to the same class and became invisible.
But I allow you to flash behind your friend when I can see you;
I don't mind if you don't squint at the moment we pass by.
We didn't say goodbye seriously, nor did we have any blessings;
We don't need to have any relationship anymore, and we can pretend we've never known each other.
The students in the new class are surprised to know that we have known each other for so many years, because we look so strange.
It turns out that we all hide so much. We're all so good.
I accept everything, forgive everything, and it doesn't matter.
Will you be reluctant to give up those days?
The so-called unforgettable. The so-called no regrets.
I always miss our days together with a mood similar to first love. So, what about you?
The first time I came home with you, the first time I entered your room, the first time I lay in your bed. You sleep beside me with a smile and hold me gently. We didn't do anything, not even kiss. You said to me seriously, 'you'll wait until I marry you.'
Later, every time I go to your home, I spray a lot of perfume that I use in my room, that is, I want you to remember that it is my taste.
Is your room still like that?
Did you take another girl to sit where we used to sit and eat what she fed you?
Or will you simply hug and kiss?
When we first had a good bye kiss. You take my hand and we'll laugh when we look at each other. Finally, I kissed you on the face and ran away.
I saw your suddenly red face, and I felt my heart beating that I couldn't bear. I still remember the sunset that day, the breeze blowing gently.
It was a beautiful day.
Once upon a time, I really believed that we would be together all our life, believed every word you said, believed that I would really marry you, and believed that we would be very happy. I have never doubted all your promises.
Now, I won't believe it anymore. No matter who you are, you won't make me so trust and attachment.
Suddenly wake up in the night, in the dream, then the real US & hellip& hellip; But I didn't cry any more.
They told me that those who will leave mean that those who will meet will be separated.
But if we are destined to miss so hard, why should we meet?
Some roads are not finished at the end;
Some words were not made clear until the breakup.
It's too ambiguous to miss you. So I don't say anything.
It's a shame to forget you. So I don't say, I don't deceive myself and others.
I wish you such words are too hypocritical. Because I can't do it, even if I know you are already very happy.
If one day, I really forget you, should I be happy or sad?
Youth ends, song ends
When you said goodbye to me that day, I thought we would never see each other again.
If you go to the classmate party, I won't show up.
I think I'm still afraid to see you again. Because for you, I'm not calm enough.
But I think one day in my life, I will stand in front of you again and smile at you;
Or, on a sunny afternoon, I will receive your call, hear your familiar voice and long-awaited greetings, and then pretend that I can't distinguish it, and ask in a calm tone, 'who are you?';
Or, I can only keep you in my heart all my life. Even if I can't remember your appearance, I always recall our past & hellip& hellip;
We have never really said goodbye, but every time we can say goodbye forever.
Keep going and don't look back. Never mind my heartache, find your sky.
Always hiding in this corner, how can you get rid of it?
Given such painful results, why on earth?
Can't remember my tears,
I can't hear the sound of the wind,
Just know, I won't forget you.
You say goodbye. bye.
Then we, never see again.