Have you ever heard something that makes you feel particularly literary and moving?

In fact, the difference is not so terrible. After 650,000 hours, when we oxidize into wind, we can become two adjacent foams on the same beer, and we can become two snuggling particles of dust under the same street lamp. The atoms in the universe will not be annihilated, and we will eventually be together. ”

Everyone has a fire in their hearts, and those who pass by see only smoke. But there is always one person, there is always one person who can see this fire and come over and come with me. I walked out of breath with my passion, my indifference, my rage, my mildness, and an unwarranted belief in love.

I stammered and said to her, "What's your name?" Starting with what your name is, later, there is everything.

If everyone is a small planet, the deceased relatives and friends are the dark matter around them. I wish I could see you again, and I know I will never see you again. But your gravitational pull is still there.

I am grateful that our cones of light overlapped each other, and that you changed my star trajectory forever. Even if we never see each other again, you are still the reason why my galaxy has never fallen apart, and the eternal composition of my cosmic web. ”

My old lady (grandma's father) was a birthday star, lived to be 100 years old+, and after my old lady passed away (completely due to the aging and failure of all organs), none of the people in the family, the surrounding neighbors and friends, felt sad, because they felt that the death of the birthday star was a good thing, and they could be happy. Grandma was the only one who walked into my room (I was in my second year of junior high school and was doing my homework), and my grandmother wiped her tears and said to me: "They all feel that the old lady has passed away, and they are finally relieved, and they don't have to take care of an old man who doesn't know anything, but he is my father, and grandma will have no father from today on." ”

Some people live to the age of 17 and forget what they looked like when they were 16, I know that all this will eventually become a thing of the past, the glamorous picture will eventually become a yellowed old **, and we will eventually become parents, but we are still living in the present, the story is happening and here I am....

It's raining in the city you live in and would love to ask if you have an umbrella with you. But I held back, because I was afraid that you wouldn't bring it, and I couldn't do anything about it, like I love you, but I can't give you the company you want.

Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time, there is no one step earlier, no one step later, just catch up, then there is nothing else to say, but to ask softly: Oh, are you here too? 」

I give you my whole soul, with its quirks, petty tempers, flickering light and dark, a thousand eighteen hundred bad things. It's so annoying, only a little good, love you.