Please forgive me, I decided to let go of your hand.
Please, don’t hold my hands away, because you don’t want to imprison your emotions, and don’t want you to blame yourself.
Love is just like this, which is beyond people’s control. Facing your choice, let me choose by myself.
So, I chose, let go of your hand.
Let go of your hand, not because you no longer love you, but because you love you too much, but because you can no longer love you, let go of the hand that you promised never to let go.
The hand I held once, the softest emotion, passed through my fingertips, let me feel your deep feelings. Holding hands runs through our love and warms my memory.
Can’t forget, can’t erase. The ten fingers of the frozen Love picture are linked to each other, becoming the wound of memory and unable to heal.
Because they love each other, they take each other’s hands and bury their promises deeply in the palm prints that snuggle up to each other. Scattered and messy lines, kiss each other, secretly for life. This life, spring, autumn, winter and summer, will never leave.
We used to hold hands and overlook the bright and open Peach Blossom. The pink and soft colors are the colors of our love. The gentle color came into our eyes, and the gentle you fell in my heart, which made me have to care for you attentively. Ten interlocking, laugh, and love juniors.
We used to hand in hand, walking beside the quiet River, sparkling light, reflecting the heart of love between you and me, shining beautiful light under the sky of love. The tiny light is dotted with our love words. I asked foolishly: Will you hold my hand like this? You didn’t answer, just clenched my hand more tightly. I smiled, very sweet.
We used to hold hands and walk in the quiet green forest. The rugged mountain road held my hand tightly. It seems that I am going to lead me through the road of life, even if it is tortuous and bumpy, as long as there is each other, I will not fear and keep moving forward. Ten fingers are linked together, which makes me extremely stable. I can rest assured to give you the future and let you plan your life blueprint. At that time, we were fixed as a tender picture in the light birds singing.
We once walked under the starry night sky hand in hand. You pointed at the twinkling star and said to me, look, that star is more like your bright eyes. I know that in the distance, you will look at my sky. I said, look, that star is more like my glittering tears. You know how many dreams those tears have soaked.
The hand that once held each other, held the heart that loved each other. I used to hold hands and firmly believed that we would not let each other go.
Please forgive me for not fulfilling my promise.
Please forgive me, I decided to let go of your hand.
Let go of your hands and let your heart fly freely. The Light of Love flickers in your eyes, while the person who misses is no longer me.
Let go of your hands and bid farewell to your gentle voice. You are still saying every warm word, but the person who listens is no longer me.
Let go of your hands and never walk in your words. The words full of nostalgia in the article are still jumping under your pen, while the person full of happiness is no longer me.
Let go of your hand, I will not touch the words that hurt people any more. The past is sealed in the bottom of my heart. Those pink words once expressed will not be browsed. Looking at it again, the nameless pain spread all over the body and penetrated into the blood vessels. No longer record miss and happiness, not that I want to give up, but that I have no right to record. The pink words faded gradually in time and turned into blue melancholy until they disappeared in my life.
Let go of your hands, let go of my pain, let go of my love, let go of my vision. Let go, the tender fingertips instantly become stiff and cold. Let go, the hot heart instantly becomes cold. Let go, the vision once planned turned into a mirage. Let go, I, with a smile like flowers, no longer exists, from then on I face the world coldly.
Please forgive me, I let go of your hand.
Just as I forgive, you no longer love me.
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