Loneliness, yes, there are good things, but can not share with others; yes, open the phone album, only to find that it is full of natural scenery; yes, crying in the corner, but no one to comfort you.
In our world, only empty, dark, cold, we wail, shrinking all over, thought someone would come to warm our hearts, but found that things went against our wishes.
When you envy others to live happily every day, in fact, others are not envious of you.
Some roads, we have to go alone, the road is not without disdain and ridicule, and we can only bear silently, these pain, others can not share for you, these suffering, only we know.
We strive to break the shackles of loneliness and run with our heads buried. When we look up at the building and stand in the crowd, we turn the world upside down and see ourselves curled up in the crowd.
Perhaps everything is too easy to think, so that everything can not be undone.
What does it have to do with what other people say, what they do, what they see?
We always leave a clean place to appease our impetuous heart, because of this, we all seem a little lonely.
Maybe we are all lonely people.
Author: Allen.
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