Alone, looking up at the starry sky on the other side

Some things have passed, I have got used to a person's life. However, I still hope that there will be someone to accompany me and wait for me every day. I seem to have been waiting for such a person. There is nothing to say when I think of the man who did me wrong. In fact, there is nothing wrong, but that kind of treatment of my way, let me thoroughly chill. Even if I always remember, I don't want to say anything more.

I am alone, staying by the computer every day, looking at everyone's materials and information. Then take some screenshots and send them to the space. If you listen to a song alone, you don't have to take an umbrella. Just let Rain Water wet himself like that. A person watching TV, a person does not feel how lonely. Just occasionally feel unaccompanied, a little lonely feeling. A person sleeping, a person watching the moon rise and set in the west, a person looking at some people, they and they are so happy. Perhaps I am a happy person, a person's happiness.

After the cool rain, I no longer feel upset. I lost something. Those things I don't understand have changed back to me. A real person, at least at this moment, I don't think too much. It's just that a person is writing straightforward words here. Bluntly, there are no ripples. It's so simple, plain and light. Soft music has been coming from the stereo, adding a little peace in the middle of the night.

Only when you learn one person can you find another person. But learning to be a person is often forced. Because you lost someone, you learned someone. Such a person takes everything lightly. Even some of them seem to be indifferent, there is nothing to say, that's all. Such a person is simple, do not need too much satisfaction, just work hard, there is nothing to be sad. So such a person forgets sadness. It's not that I won't, I just don't want to.

Many years ago, when the family ate together around the table, there was not much trouble. I only remember that the lights in every house are not bright, but warm. Many years ago, when a person was at school, he was always too young, not without troubles, but without paying attention to those troubles. When a person gets acquainted with some people, they are not only classmates but also friends. But it's all over. I can't remember what I was like at that time, nor can I remember what some people looked like at that time. I just remember that some people are still alone, but they seem to be struggling with something. I do not understand, maybe I also understand, because I have struggled, but I still do not know what I am struggling with. Everything is so vague, I don't seem to understand, just sit alone.

Maybe one day, one person becomes two people. Looking back at that person, I don't know if I can see it clearly. Maybe I'll forget it soon. In fact, I don't want to forget this delicate moment when I am alone. A simple person, no sadness, no struggle. But contains the taste of all the ups and downs. Are you belittling everything, or what? Only know that it is bitter and sweet. Eat, but do not feel bitter, feel sweet. Everything seems so insipid.

A person is not no longer in love, but already in love. When you are alone, you learn to be patient, to understand and to tolerate. A person does not want to speak loudly and does not want to waste his energy on unnecessary and inappropriate things. A person can see himself more clearly without camouflage. A person will be sleepy for a long time, not tired, but quiet. A person for a long time will be able to put down the original can not let go of people and things. Such a person is very straightforward, there is no need to hide anything, there is nothing to hide.

One day, when I think of someone. The mind is no longer indifferent, so what will it be? One day when I forget someone. Did you get everything back? Or forget everything, maybe whether it is to retrieve or forget, I do not have much meaning for a person. I won't be alone all the time, and I won't forget someone. So is all this waiting or expectation?

Author: Junqing