周末,天气不错。微风,阳光,偶然落下的梧桐叶,踩上去窸窸窣窣的响。身边飞快驶过的自行车。这样的场景,苏末不禁轻微的哼起 try to remember the kind of september when life was slow and oh, so mellow try to remember the kind of september when grass was green and grain was yellow try to remember the kind of september when you were a tender and callow fellow 虽然已不是九月,却也应景。 嘴角的弧度带动了眼神的扬起。 如果,你是快乐的,那么,我也可以是释然的。 这不是成全,而是我的自我保护,只是不愿意受伤罢了。 想想,原来自己,真的不适合爱情。 不适合付出和等待,不够勇气,不敢受伤。