A memory that cannot be erased, a feeling that cannot be forgotten, who hurt who thoroughly, why did you once barge into my world. How should I face it, and how should I forget it? Thinking about the gratification I had, thinking about how I treated you as the only thing that was indispensable in my life, whether you had understood the pain in my heart, met you, had you, appreciated you, blessed you, and communicated with your heart for you. But now you have torn my heart apart. I am in pain in my heart. How can you understand my bitterness? Tears remain in my heart. Pain is in silence. Who can heal my broken heart? Will the withered petals still emit fragrance? Why do you let me pick up the broken stamens?
She looked through the feelings she had and thought about the feelings she had. A heartache made me cry. He thought hard about what was wrong, who he had hurt, and why the Internet was so virtual. The heart was so empty that it was unfathomable, so deep that one could not see the bottom. His heart was so tired. He left and left as he pleased. It was you who came and it was you who went. True love might be a child's play here. I let you hurt thoroughly, how can you give me the comfort of my heart? Memories left me with a haggard look. Who can heal my broken heart?
When we met in the vast sea of internet, cherishing fate became my belief, and treating others sincerely became my unchanging promise. I cherish that hard-earned fate. Being kind to my friends is my eternal belief. I don't like lies, and I don't like deception. A deeply wounded heart could no longer find its relay station. Its confusion, its sadness, only when it held its chest did it understand the taste of pain. I silently admired my friend's wonderful performance, which became my greatest comfort. I'm proud to say that I still have friends who are encouraging me. They haven't left me. They are the comfort of my soul.
But my broken heart can't take care of itself. It's so bitter, so bitter, so tired, so tired. Who can heal my broken heart? Picking up the memories of the past, leaving behind the memories that are carved into my bones. I really can't afford to be hurt like this. Tears blurred her eyes as she wrote down the bitterness in her heart. Love is not far away here. I am always the only one who will never change.
The heart of longing, the meaning of concern, the person who wishes is always you, my friend. It's just that you haven't experienced the pain in my heart. Let's write the music of friendship here, let the pain go away, and let the happiness accompany. I ask what love is, who can heal my broken heart.
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