The Outer Worlds Essay 600 is not the same as anything else

Once upon a time, you own me, I own you.

Once upon a time, you left me to soar in the sky.

Some people say that time is like a bottle of poison.

Devourer of my pride all the time.

Love is pain, being loved is happiness.

But no one can stop this virus of love.

Someone spoke out of love because of loneliness.

Some people are in love, some people are hurting.

A sad smile may come from the heart.

Weakened feelings are the reason for your departure.

Quietly sort out those memories that have gone away.

It's like someone who leaves home packing her bags.

Receive the baptism of pain over and over again.

only to find that love is vulnerable.

You said put your hands on it, and we might feel better.

One goes to the left and the other goes to the right.

It's over before it even begins.

Looking at your back, I can only look away.

Once upon a time, you own me, I own you.

Once upon a time, you left me to soar in the sky.

Distance and love may be inversely proportional.

When you say it's impossible, I'll never bother you anymore.

At that moment you turn around and say no way.

At that moment I cried and I became uncalm.

If I met you, it was just a coincidence.

Then I'm willing to pay for this encounter.

We are still a few stops away from love.

I can only wipe this answer from tears.

Every time in the dark of night, self-absorbed.

Standing on the balcony, the wind blew out my tears.

I'm like a blank sheet of paper that hasn't been folded.

Your name is densely written on it.

But you're going to tear it apart mercilessly.

It's like my love was condemned to death by you.

Once upon a time, you own me, I own you.

Once upon a time, you left me to soar in the sky.

It's like the last thing I said, you're only right for him.

Erase your memories and format everything.

I was incoherent, but I was unusually sober.

Give me a cigarette to relieve the pent-up impulses in my heart.

I walked very slowly to heal myself.

I won't remember you, but I won't forget either.

People who love to laugh also have the right to grieve.

Man will always grow in every loss.

I know stupid birds have to learn to fly first.

The wings of love are broken, and no one gives me a chance.

Bruised love is not necessarily unforgettable.

The AI passed the pain, and turned around before crying.

It's like the last note of a piano piece.

No matter how high-pitched, it will end in the end.

Time is still there, and we are slowly changing.

Give me time for a song and let me say goodbye first.

Before, I hadn't looked closely at the outside world. Yes! The outside world is so beautiful!

I looked far away, to see the outside world, and when I stretched out my head, I saw the high and deep blue sky, the faint and changeable clouds. If it's a rainy day, I want to stretch out my little hand and let the delicate rain hit my hand, and I feel that it is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of happiness. Whenever that happens, I always look at the rain and smile sweetly......Spring came, and I saw the outside world turn green, and the leaves of the willow trees seemed to dance in the wind.

What a wonderful spring is! When summer came, I moved a small bench and sat quietly in front of the window, and the summer breeze blew on me, making me feel extra cool. Autumn is coming, the autumn rain sometimes does not stop, and the yellow, red, and green flower umbrellas on the roadside seem to be dotted petals in the ocean.

Fun fact: some adults or children are bareheaded, walking in the rain without rain gear, with a lot of silver rainwater dripping down their eyebrows and hair......Winter is coming, and you have small snowflakes that look like elves, with tangram patterns, which are more beautiful than window flowers. There are cute snowmen on the snow outside the window.

Yes! The outside world is so beautiful! I really don't know if I don't see it, but I know what beauty is when I see it!

I love the outside world.

No, I'm looking.

I can't find the point.

And it came in. ####￥%…Embarrassment.

Let me talk about the train of thought. Tell me first what the world is like. Then tell us a little bit about your own experience. Give examples to illustrate your view of the outside world.