Someone said they were going to call me back in the evening, and I thought he probably got home and was delayed by something else, so busy that he forgot about the brief promise, maybe it was just a joke, but I took it seriously.

Maybe it's because he's a repeat offender, so I'm not too disappointed, I just said that I would get back to me, and I waited, and if I couldn't wait, I wouldn't wait!

Busy until late at night, he was not as light as me, but carrying a family, some difficult scriptures, day by day was consumed only enthusiasm, to me to be urged, to say something I wanted to hear, maybe tired, so I let him go, let him go, let him go.

Regarding waiting, probably the wind is the best companion, on a deserted street corner, only the dark wind is tactful, and I am waiting for you.

As for waiting, maybe it's not so unbearable, day by day, year by year, life is like this, but fortunately, there are still some things in my mind that I don't want to die.

Waiting for no fun, loneliness is the best interpretation, because of loneliness, so choose to wait, because of waiting, so taste loneliness.

I've probably experienced too much loneliness and despair, so I thought that there was a beam of light, so I had to hold on to it, always in my eyes, and I couldn't let him leave, and the light never appeared for me alone, the light was always the light, and what dissipated was only the afterimage I saw, so I didn't have anything, and I was as lonely as ever.

Suddenly came to the spirit, and I felt that loneliness was lovely, a person in the dark night, writing something that belonged to me, nothing more than the outside world disturbed, I was self-aware.

I don't want to sleep yet, so I say more: I wish myself a good dream!

That's all, one more sentence, completely cumbersome, choose for yourself.

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