Articles under sad labels

I still like you very much. You walk like the wind for eight thousand miles without asking for your return date. I still like you like rain falling on the tropics and the polar regions for thousands of miles. I still like you sinking into the sea like a whale, breathing gently, being very angry. I still like you waiting for your old friend for many years

I have heard many people say that. When I walked down the track covered with weeds after I turned around. At the seaside in winter, I watched the surging waves, shed silent tears, and finally lowered my head. The feeling of disappointment