Log: before dawn

Before dawn

Part 1

Meeting and parting are predestined. If possible, I'd rather never meet you.

In this game of love, now you and I can't afford to lose.

I'm still at the origin because I miss people who have gone far.

I'm not that door, just an emotional ferryman.

Memories are too heavy, and it hurts to press them on your heart.

Familiar cities always have strange scenery, but there are familiar you in the strange scenery.

the second part

It has been three years since I came to this city, and everything seems to be the same as it was three years ago. Still that company, still that rental house, I am still alone.

The only change may be going to the movies with the opposite sex on weekends. If I feel better, I will talk more, not about love.

She is the seventh and last.

the third part

When I got off work that day, it suddenly rained heavily. I walked alone in the noisy street with an umbrella and watched the hurried figure pass by me. I looked for the person I expected in the crowd.

Suddenly, a man ran into me from behind. If I hadn't supported it hard enough, I would have flown a few meters away with my umbrella.

The man who hit me was Miss 7.

Seven is my lucky number since childhood. Coincidentally, her name also has a Qi.

Many things are so coincidental that you can't believe it.

It's like someone is waiting for you to meet her.

It's just that I mistakenly think that these coincidences are our fate.

part four

We went to see a comedy, but when we saw the ending, we laughed and cried.

I saw your silence when others were laughing.

You are not a female classmate without stories.

We were very happy that day. You are holding a bucket of popcorn and enjoying it like a child. Finally, the corner of your eye caught my eye and fed it to my mouth, but I bit your nail in panic.

We don't cook by ourselves, but like egg blossoms in hot summer, we are cooked in an instant.

The fifth part

As far as I can remember, I only watched two movies with a girl, that's my ex-girlfriend.

At that time, I joked that if there is a first scene, there will be a second scene, which will last for a lifetime.

No one ever made me feel the urge to watch the second movie with her again.

But she went abroad early.

Maybe she didn't want to upset me. She didn't say a word, leaving only a cat.

I hate cats the most, but I still have them.

Thinking of people who have never been far away, so I am still at the origin for so long.

Part VI

Since then, our contact has increased.

I often meet at night because I have to work during the day.

Buy you Kanto in the middle of the night and send it downstairs; Run a red light to buy you baked sweet potatoes; Work overtime until ten o'clock, and then accompany you on the road until three in the morning?

Two hearts abandoned by the world are slowly approaching.

However, it can't be any closer after all. Maybe that feeling is just that we are all unhappy-the old feeling of mutual pity.

Some people say that two people look at each other for more than three minutes, which is love.

We have tried our best, but I see the shadow of others in your eyes. If there is love, it is not for me.

You stand in front of me with a distance, but I can't get close to your heart.

A heart door that will never open, a person who will never get it.

Part VII

We went to see the second movie anyway.

After I decided to leave the city.

Do whatever you want, and don't let your future self hate when you are timid.

I like you, but I know I can't be with you.

But I want to leave a little beauty for myself.

You said you couldn't afford to lose, so did I, so I chose to leave.

Forgive me for hugging you selfishly;

Forgive me for not watching the movie just now and secretly watching you.

I promise this is the last time.

Part VIII

Everyone has a door on the road to happiness. I used to think that we were each other's doors and indispensable people in each other's happiness. Because we are all happy together, I can feel that kind of heartfelt feeling, but it's just happiness.

When I wanted to tell you, you said half jokingly that I might not love you.

So I'm not the door, at least not in her eyes.

I overestimated myself.

I am not that door, I am just an emotional ferryman.

At the beginning of the story, a self-righteous person overestimated his weight, so at the end of the story, someone should leave consciously.

We told each other's stories and created some memories about each other.

Memories are too heavy, and it hurts to press them on your heart.

Forgive me for not having the courage to say goodbye.

This night, the moon is not round;

Before dawn, our story is not finished, not perfect.

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