Everything that happened in the past is only the past

Open the middle page of the diary, you said there, you always have a hard time getting to know me carefully, and you accused me of being fickle in your tone. You shrug off my pleas with all sorts of different reasons, you don't compromise on anything, you mean the fear of spoiling me. I never dreamed that I was Grey Mies, nor did I expect you to be a graceful prince, nor would I expect you to treat me like a celebrity. I'm just trying to get a little forgiveness, and you're kicking me out of the house. It was raining heavily in the sky, and I stood in the wind and rain, so hesitant and so helpless, I could only implicitly turn my head and wait for your mercy. How many times I made up my mind to leave you, but was forced back to the place by the tragic reality. Yes, just as you said, without you, I will be in all kinds of troubles, without your shelter, I almost can't see that tomorrow will be there in the future! And so scared I'm forever in your deception, I have no way to leave you. So, again and again, again and again, I'm still in the same place.

When the autumn wind blew, and even hurt my cheeks, you suddenly threw a new scene in front of my eyes. You ridiculed me and asked me to appreciate what a beautiful scenery is, what is beautiful and shiny, and what is real and reliable. I was finally clear, the laughter in the jungle park is not an auditory hallucination, the back of me on the street is not my illusion, the reality is very clear and splendid, it is so careful, so conspicuous, and I have never been You know, I lied to myself.

When the new scenery occupied your eyes and mine, your eyes became very docile, but in my eyes everything was so cold that it almost lost the temperature in the summer. After taking care of a few large pieces of luggage and walking out of the so-called paradise on earth, I no longer have any expectations, I no longer want the phone to ring, and I no longer expect to receive the messages you have retained. And I won't be so desperate to ask for a shelter anymore. Dragging luggage, walking on the crowded road, always passing by strangers. The wind blew, leaving a burst of cold in my hot tears, and at the end the tears that could not be wiped away were imprinted in the corners of my eyes. However, even though I cried, my heart didn't hurt, but I felt a lot more comfortable. This time, there is no need to worry about the difficult work that will be created after the past, and the worst is nothing more than that. Your heartless giving up is already the cruelest job for me, and now new accomplices have arrived, which is undoubtedly a blessing to me.