It seems that none of us can go back.

It seems that none of us can go back.

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about him:

keeps a dog and cat and likes to eat hot pot and play mahjong.

very lazy,

at ten o'clock every night, listen to him for a while.

Radio text of this issue:

there are always a lot of people sending messages every day. Hello.

suddenly one day a stranger said, "how are you?"

our heart beats faster and our eyes are red.

how are you? I'm not okay!

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the furthest distance in the world is neither love nor hate.

but the people you are familiar with become strange gradually. No matter how hard you try, you can't go back. I am also afraid that time will tell the truth and all promises will turn into lies.

some people's senses are in millimeters, while others feel the smallest unit is meters, so the latter has no sense of what the former can feel at all.

and I am the former.

that day, a friend backstage asked me, "how do you define love?"

I replied: "Love is hoping that the other person will have a better life than you."

some people say that I have a glass heart, but I don't think so. I think the person who says so must have a heart of stone. I comfort myself.

A few days ago, my good friend Lin moved to a new house and decided to cook herself and invite us to her house for dinner.

I asked her if she wanted to get her a piece of paper, and she laughed and said, "No, it's not a sin for a woman to cry."

I joked with her that it was not you who came to me in the middle of the night to cry about you! How are you these days? did you get out of that relationship?

she was silent for a while and said that sometimes when something was said, she would never go back. Ah Hai and I seem to have been separated for a long time, so long that I am about to forget his voice, his appearance, and everything in the past.

now I seem to be sick, the kind of disease called dare not think, dare not say, dare not see, went to the city he has been to, I live carefully alone, walking the road he has walked carefully.

it's like A Hai taught me the trick of cutting onions without tears. I tried desperately to forget him, but I couldn't forget what he taught me.

I told her that the reason I was once missed. Just because it can't go back, the owner of the story is gone, but the story is still there.

perhaps the best fate is not to meet in the crowd, but not to get lost in the crowd. The best ending is not to be together, but not to forget.

it seems that everyone is a contradictory combination of "stubbornness" and "paranoia" in front of their feelings, especially in the memory of the one they once loved.

however, the world is changing all the time, and it seems that I, who always insist on being one, can't resist the outcome of change.

so many years later, when we meet again with the people we have missed for many years, we are sad to find that the people we miss have changed.

he disappeared. I don't know if he became another person or himself, the person he longed to see in the dark for a long time, the moment he appeared became the moment of death in our hearts.

I once loved someone very much. We ate together, watched movies together, went shopping together, went to the supermarket together, lived together, used the same towel, covered the same quilt, thought about what had happened before, and thought about what would happen in the future.

now think about it, I haven't forgotten anything, but some things are only suitable for collection.

now it can only be regarded as a luxury. It's the best thing you've ever had, and you can live without it. I've heard people say that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is not to forget.

I figured out that living is more important, or living well is more important, not for anything else, but for those who love me.

Yes, there is no reason.