Leave your smile in the corner where I miss you, and use your smile to heal the pain in my heart. Life --- unpredictable is like a doomed tragedy. You rush into my sight, just to fill all my pain? Why are you indifferent and why am I sad? Just because of the day I look forward to losing all my dreams?

We will meet in a dramatic way on a street corner, and your eyes will meet with mine. Is there not a permanent friendship when we stand shoulder to shoulder? Why does such a fragile friendship still make me helpless? Will you be happy if you lose it, or will you be tired of letting you escape, or will dependence make me panic.

I still cross every corner, where is your figure? The helpless heart is struggling. Wait, wait, maybe the next second you will appear on the street corner, always waiting in one direction, but can't wait for a touch. Maybe growth is doomed to make people lonely, so I try my best to escape, and no longer wait, because my blessing has been left on the street corner, and many years later, you will think of me?

Passers by, friends, a helpless choice, I choose the latter, perhaps we are doomed not friends.