A person's loneliness, a person's loneliness

Alone, I will be very quiet. When I am tired, I will lie down and hug myself. I do not ask, do not mention, sad I will use silence to replace. I have no courage. I will encourage myself. I know that it is not easy for everyone, and every road is not easy. When the person passing by no longer belongs to you, is it persistent in throbbing or letting go of the fetter? Miss all kinds, in order to leave a lifetime of regret, or in order to meet a person who loves him deeply again in his lifetime? The person who learns to let go may gain the beauty of the sea and the sky. Miss, maybe in order to meet. Everyone probably has a unique place in his or her heart. This position exists only for the most important people. Even if the time is rotten and the world is desolate. The people in this position will never change.

I'm not the wind. I can't float with the wind. I'm not the rain. I can't spill it everywhere. I'm not the sun, and I can't make everyone feel warm. One world, the existence of two people, outside the sky, the wind is blowing the distant taste. If you express your memory in a single dot, you can probably write an ellipsis long enough to reach the end of the universe. But I missed the period and the past related to you will be sealed with that time just like Haizi's poems and never mention the past again. Pain or happiness does not bring death and does not take away. I really met a lot of people, and many of them can't remember. I can't remember my appearance and name very clearly. I feel different in different age groups. When a friend is lovelorn, always comfort others, can accompany you to the end is the right person. I have missed so many of her, so every time I think about it, I feel very sorry.

I really want to tell them that I was really moved at that time. Unfortunately, you will not be the one I am right. Everyone has a story and a past. I am a nostalgic person, will often miss, will often remember the past. No matter what I hate or what I like, I have this habit of nostalgia. There are many memories, but not those that are hard to remember. I always remember them with yellowing memories. Gradually get used to closing yourself, getting used to being silent when something happens. I am used to being alone, and it should be said that I know that I am just a person. You come to comfort me and accompany me, but you will all go. In the end, it was just me. Behind a paragraph is a story.

Except for you, except for me, who can understand the real story behind that hidden story except the past? Those fragments, those words, those words are scattered all over the world. Who would have known that you were the protagonist in that story? Who would have known I was the mastermind of that story? Who knows the tears with a forced smile? Who would know the silent pain in my heart? I remember you, you remember me, and who will remember you and me? Be hurt by the person you love most, so sad that you don't want to struggle. Only choose silence, grievance, sadness.

The whole world can not understand me, but she should understand, but she unexpectedly does not understand, what else to say. There are often moments in life when even Schubert is speechless. After all, not all right and wrong can be sorted out. There may even be no real right or wrong at all, so don't say it at such a time. Maybe silence is the best explanation. Already do not know what language to speak, perhaps already familiar with the process. May also be put down a lot of love, so now no matter what kind of feelings, are not in words. Familiar streets, strange smell, this feeling is very empty, unbearable days, the passage of time.

Forget when I like to fall in love with the night, like to chat with those lonely at night, I always like to wait until you say good night to me, and then I slowly suffer in the night, alone in the night. Have you ever known the loss and inexplicable loneliness in my heart after good night.

Some friendship will be like a star in the night, even if there is no temperature, it can illuminate the softest place at the bottom of each other's hearts. As a result, I also feel warm. And if my words can bring you any comfort, it will be the supreme reward and honor to me. Moved to save in the bottom of my heart, like falling flowers into the dust, seemingly withered defeat, in fact, it is to pave the way for the brilliant prosperity of the coming spring. Therefore, all the seemingly lonely and lost beginnings will be the foreshadowing of ultimate success and joy. Life is like a continuous undulating mountain. It can't go up all the time, but it won't always be a trough. When you are high, you must be humble; when you are down, you must rise. The most important thing is to keep a normal mind.

Sometimes, love. It came all of a sudden. In an instant, a message, a kiss, a hug. A moment of heartbeat can make one person desperate for another person. Because it comes silently, because it comes quietly, because all of a sudden, I am used to calling it dream, not love. It is said that dreamers are happy, while dreams are more illusory and ethereal. Knowing that it is a dream, so the dream will not be as beautiful as that, because it is always afraid that it will wake up. Love you, yesterday, today's thoughts, you are still flying, but do not know if it is love, or war. I don't know if it's a trace of love or a scar of pain. This enchanting spring of fireworks, I sit alone in front of the computer, savoring the hope that spring brings summer, the next spring when fireworks are as red as fire, who will accompany me to watch the fireworks all over the sky and the splendor of dancing in the wind? Today, only the words at night are still dancing on the keyboard, although the words at night, in many cases, are the safe havens of the heart, tired, come in and have a rest, put down the tiredness of pursuit, take a nap, and occasionally have some hazy dreams, but what about life? Is life outside the dream? What about outside the words? I don't know, is it only at this time that I can easily go back to the old days when I was confused?

Sad music, sad mood, sad journal, as if, this is my daily mood, in the emotional road, or in family, or in friendship, or in career, sometimes, obviously, I am very painful, very helpless, very sad, but also with a careless smile to cover up all the scars, but I hear the voice of my heartbreak, no one understands, sometimes Choose to depressed yourself with cigarettes, or choose a computer and sad music companions, suddenly found that tonight's light, or so quiet. Record the meaning of travel with a diary, and burn the love of the past with time. Red fireworks, this is the color of blood, the blood drops of the wound dye you red, merge into one, never fade, you leave beauty to the beautiful spring, this spring, one of my sad seasons, walk alone, at this time, I think it is time for me to continue to walk, where the future road is, I only have to look for it slowly, and slowly learn to walk alone. What will be the last thing to walk with me?

There is only one person's loneliness, one person's loneliness. Seems to be a lonely clown, speechless and right.

Author: teardrop