The Bloundless Dream

Spring weather is gentle on the spacious street. In the wind, the clouds still lingered in the weather of late winter and early spring. The flavor is sweet and gentle but enough to make lonely people suddenly feel sad during the change of seasons.

Unexpectedly, my mind remembered my first love.

She and I used to hold hands and walk together on winter afternoons, walking through mossy street corners. Let's visit an old cafe together, a place full of heart - wrenching love songs, as sad as a drop of pure dew falling on the soul, gentle and mellow.

Remember a long time ago, I promised you that we would hold hands through the storms of youth and give each other unforgettable memories. Or when winter comes, it seems like I never feel cold in my heart.

But finally, when winter passed, spring came, joining the hustle and bustle of people on the streets. In the sound of rustling leaves falling in the rain and the trees trembling in the cold. I suddenly felt so cold.

It's fair to think, not all love affairs can be easily forgotten, not all happy memories can be easily passed by.

Although the spring weather is still cold, from time to time it sprinkles light drizzle on the shoulders of passersby, landing  on the buds that are still shyly nestled behind the green foliage.

Somewhere there is still an echo of guilt, coldness, or sometimes it's just sadness that comes from nowhere.

But  the bustle of people when spring comes also warms the lonely soul somewhat, giving us the feeling of someone comforting us, being next to us and keeping us company, confiding in us, dispelling the chaos and worries. in life.

The spring atmosphere is so special, it helps to highlight the brilliant pink of peach blossoms, the pure white of apricot and plum blossoms, as if waking up the "princess" after a long winter sleep.

All of that seems to portray a heart - stoppingly beautiful "spring" picture.

I sat down by the window, leaned back in the chair, looking out to the distant horizon. Then I secretly wished that my heart could bloom as brightly as the flowers out there.

The cherry petals falling in the wind are beautiful and poetic, but they contain a bit of unspeakable sadness, a feeling of sadness, making me suddenly remember the days when we were still together...

At that time, it was also in the spring like now. We were both leaning against each other but no one said a word. It seemed like that was the fate of two freedoms - loving people struggling in the whirlpool of life despite their efforts. Tried everything to escape but it was impossible. So I chose to stay silent and then the most unexpected thing happened, you left me.

I thought to myself, if I had spent a little more time with you, cared for you, worried about you, and loved you so much, would I still be sitting here alone now?

Or finally, one rainy day poured out all the troubles in the world, drenching the whole sky. She stood in front of me, smiling faintly. Her eyes suddenly stopped on my face, but no longer filled with love like before.

Her eyes were puffy, as if she had cried a lot, looking at the ground but not saying a word, just standing there for a moment as if waiting for me to speak. Then finally after a while, the tears seemed to overflow, and I was the one who started the story first.

You talked about many memories between the two of us, and you also promised me that you would forever forget those happy moments and memories.

You asked me if I regret losing you? I don't answer. It's not because I've never suffered, nor because I've never stopped loving you. Until I think about every sentence and every word you said to me, every sentence makes the corners of my eyes sting, tears seem to flow.

I don't know if it's because I'm too weak and weak, or because I broke up when I was still in love, so I just stand there frozen, not knowing how to respond to your feelings right now. Then I had to watch her turn around and walk away, gradually sinking into the hustle and bustle of people on the crowded street. Even though the weather at that time was cold enough to cut her skin, her small, thin back suddenly made the scene. At that time, it was nothing more than a painting, so beautiful it was heartbreaking.

The rain seemed to be falling gently, like my arms embracing myself. Each step was heavy, each drop of rain was like tears rolling down my cheeks.

Rain is very beautiful, each drop of rain glitters like glass, but it is a colorless, odorless, tasteless liquid that does not make people bleed when touched, but rain can sympathize with people. Cold rain when someone is lonely. Rain cries when someone is sad. You are like the rain, strong, a little cold, but inside you are so soft that you break easily.

Rain, a natural phenomenon, is very beautiful and contains many delicate emotions. When people see rain, they can feel each drop of water falling gently from above, creating a sound called "rain sound". The cool feeling of the air also easily blows away worries and stress in life.

Falling water drops look like romantic music, taking us into another world, away from busy life and social pressures. Rain also makes everything more lush and vibrant, trees are watered like dancing, and home gardens look brilliant in green light.

However, sometimes, rain can make people feel sadness and despair mixed with extreme loneliness, just like beautiful flowers endure drops of water falling on their heads, yellow and withered trees, creating so the scene was so heart - wrenching.