夏季,在下一季的季风中壮烈地凋零,留下的只是远去的背影,措手不及……记忆被定格成瞬间:你转身离去的背影,坚毅而执着,不曾给我喘息的机会,又不曾给我追随的余地,坚持在那低调的初秋,留给我的只是一个孤单的背影,渐行渐远……曾一次次的沉淀,却似滤去不了其中的失落,心疼,于是我反复被它纠结。走了那么远,真的不曾想过要驻足吗?一个人的行程,又会觉得寂寞吗?没有目的的行程,又会觉得疲倦吗?可是,你始终未曾要停下,真的,不曾。 In the summer, in the monsoon of the next season, it is withered to death, leaving only the distant back, caught off guard... The memory is fixed in an instant: you turn back and leave, the perseverance and perseverance, never gave me a chance to breathe, and never gave it to you. The room I followed, insisting on the low-key early autumn, left me with only a lonely back and drifted away... Once again and again, the sedimentation, but it couldn’t filter out the loss, distressed, so I was repeatedly it Tangled. Have you ever walked so far, have you ever really thought of stopping? Do you feel lonely when you are on a person’s itinerary? Are you tired when you have no purposeful journey? However, you have never stopped, really, never.