All that is gone is the past, and what is gone is long gone

Past: i.e., the subject is something that has passed, which can be an event, a person, and so on.

Death: The meaning of disappearance, passing away.

Combined, that is: things or people from the past that have faded away, and so on. It expresses a strong sense of nostalgia for things or people in the past!

Represents the most memorable event of a lifetime, or the best memories.

I finally declined your sincere invitation. Not why, maybe it's just because of the fallen leaves and the bloody dusk of the sun.

Many have changed the appearance of the past, including your flying posture, the freedom of your gestures, and your passionate eyes Looking in the reflection of time, you are still the same you who are --- flawless and impeccable!

It's winter when you go, and only the mountain breeze whispers to you. I hung my head, and wept again, with a piercing pain and a piercing cold. Thousands of rivers and mountains, leaving only the shadow of your past, and the inextricable tenderness.

I froze all the laughter, clutched the thread as thin as a gossamer, and watched you fly higher and farther like a kite until you disappeared into the sky.

It's nothing, parting will eventually pass, and today will become tomorrow. Time left me to be sentimental, and I made a one-sided speech with emotion, and in the end I only moved myself.

Escaping in his own world, waiting in nothingness, and being bound in stubbornness, Ai Ai missed one scenery after another. Playing and singing the tune of the wind and snow, and writing and directing the white lie.

I finally heard the biggest, ugliest raindrops, mercilessly dripping down my heart, wetting the images of youth shrouded in veil fog, and the weary souls that were concealed, sobbing silently.

It should have been expected a long time ago, your desire to stop talking, and your vagueness and perfunctory, all for the sake of a better break. It should have been predicted that time and space will not only lengthen the distance between people, but also crush sweetness.

Infatuated like me, I made promises in vain; Confused as I am, I can't let go of the loss

When you come, the sun is setting, everything is as real as yesterday, and it is as illusory as a dream.

But I'm no longer a princess dreaming in the morning, and you're no longer a prince dreaming. In the past, you and me, like the golden boy and jade girl, were helplessly written in the eyes, and the vicissitudes of life were written in the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.

You said that you didn't come back to relive the vows, and the wind and rain of the city have already drenched your dreams. When you come back from the sweet potato, you want to get back the initial touch, as well as the guilt that you haven't felt for a long time.

I finally declined your sincere invitation. I don't want the wounds that have healed for a long time to reappear as painful as they once were.

The dead have long since passed, and it should be regarded as a memorial of youth.