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sadness is a morpheme that makes love a perfect sentence
This continuous sadness has made me unwilling to move a single inch.
I used to start the day with a smile every morning, but now I don’t even have the energy to get out of bed.
If the whole day is spent just crying, I don’t know if it’s a good day or a bad day, but every tear that fell never made me hate you.
These gaping wounds seem to be healed, just like the old days, when we laughed out loud on the way home.
Every time I want to throw away the hopes that I have so faithfully maintained, it never leaves, they just grow on by themselves when I no longer watered it.
This sadness was so real, and every details cast a dark colour in my mind, like being in a huge field with no one around.
However, I still believe that sadness always has wisdom behind it, and as I walk through this field, my eyes are being hugged by fluttering butterflies driven by the breeze.
The breeze that reminds me of you, who took me on a happy adventure from a dirty land, slowly overgrown with flowers, and then visited by floating butterflies, until finally I turned into a dried and withered leaf.
