readx; In the midst of a gloomy night, the storm mixed with several indifferent blows the painful cheeks, and the scattered memories will not reach the starting point of hope, and the humble people sit in the depraved Pingxia to linger in the painful past. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoLonely people, lonely people, a twilight sunset is playing out back and forth in my head. Isn't it going to be a little lonely and bitter in the dark night?

When the first light of a meteor shines in the night, I am telling ......

It's not too pretentious, because I hate to move them into my simple life, and what I like most is a person sitting in front of the window counting his life. I've heard that only if you're too lonely will you do this idle.

On the long road of life, I have endured all the hardships before I know that I have been staying at the starting point for I don't know how long, and sometimes I am impatient for a little thing.

I like to be silent during the day, and at night to write down the thoughts that have been imprisoned in the morning without being too vivid. Occasionally, I think that I am a little depraved, and I think Guo Jingming said that "youth is a bright sorrow", which is not an exaggeration at all.

"The people on the side of the road are crying|The vast endless road|I can only use my own hands|Open up new feelings|Speak at a speed that is not slow or slow|Confide in the noon that is in the way.

What are the feelings of despair? I have imagined many times, probably knowing that no one can figure it out now, and I know that my despair is that my surroundings have become normal, as normal as I have never been to this place, without my own existence, and the whole universe has never felt lonely.

"I have my pursuits, and you have no right to interfere with my freedom.

The thoughts are continuous, and the past is not difficult. I still read it like this in my heart, loving bitterly, crying painfully, and falling flowers and cutting off a few red dusts to make people feel painful.

Midnight is dark, and only such a moment can provoke a person's exploration of this life.

Alone, silently alive, and then silently died, but I never believed that I would be lost in the vast sea of people.

I want to be free and want my own pursuit, but the reality is still ruthless and drowns out the time of success, some failures, and I live up to the initial expectations.

It was a little thick enough to tell my parents about my hazy thoughts, and then to see my beloved books ruthlessly confiscated, although I still knew it was for my own good.

It used two ruthlessness, and the third ruthlessness was betrayed by a friend, even though I already knew that it happened to me so inexplicably.

There is a sad atmosphere hidden everywhere in life, and all kinds of pain linger in the heart.

"Humming this song softly|How rare is loneliness without your support|My mind is full of the heavy rain that day that made you cry......

The end of the old, the beginning of the new, what else is worth considering. In the end, I decided to let go of everything, and when I shouted "Get out, hypocritical hypocrisy" at the starry sky, my heart was relieved and much more relaxed.

Just like this, I made a cup of fragrant tea lightly, feeling the warmth that belongs to me, since I am less cherished, I can't use my sincerity.

"You don't deserve Him, because you don't understand Him, you don't deserve Him, you don't deserve Him, His depravity, His cruelty." This is often the answer to those boring masters, and it does not seem too strong, but it reveals a hint of indifference, which is impossible to let go.

At half past eleven, there is only the hardest half hour left before midnight, sitting at the table patiently to bring yourself the moment, it will be another sleepless night, it is estimated that there are many people with the same mood as me now wandering back and forth between fantasy and reality, staying. The cycle of silence may have stopped its tasteless and boring rotation by the moment the bell rang.

I have always regarded myself as the protagonist of life, a simple child, only to realize later that I am not pure, and then later, it turns out that I have been pretending to be simple.

I love unique things, especially my own, and I want to live in my own world forever and be a frog at the bottom of a well, even if that dream has long since faded.

"The drizzle was hazy, and I couldn't help but cry as I looked at the moment of despair."

A rare time, a rare place, a rare scene, a rare you.

My face seems to be covered with raindrops, in fact, I know very well that it is my own tears, frustration again and again, the moonlight last night is still not drunk, and today I sigh how lonely I am wandering in the world.

The wind is blowing in front of him, and the falling flowers are not aware of his green silk. There was still a useless void in his eyes, contaminated with the surroundings, turning into a gray world,

Everywhere is the creation of the spring breeze, I want to leave but it is difficult to survive, I heard that the starry sky is vast, so every night, the boy will always look at the stars in a daze, with the weakness of the starlight to soothe the wounds in the heart, and then get a little comfort, I think I am still useless, only children can do things I have insisted on until now.

I hate rainy days.

Especially on a rainy day mixed with strong winds, when the umbrella is completely useless, how helpless I am, the wind swept this numb body, until I got in the car and found myself soaking wet, in vain I had just taken a comfortable hot bath, and the humid air was a little impetuous.

Summer in Qingdao may be coming.

Go home and wipe off the water droplets on your body, lie on the bed and prepare to fall asleep in a daze, not wanting to be irritated again.

Back to the warmth of the gentleness again. It is also the gentleness of despair.

You lied to me, I lied to me and pursued nothing, you shouldn't have found me, I wasn't as perfect as I imagined, and you couldn't have me, because I didn't deserve it. In the past years, from our acquaintance, companionship to looking back, all of them have stung the surging memories, you are flawless, and I can count nothing. I slowed down the pace of my breathing and tried to lower the rate of my heart so that I didn't get too impulsive. There is a kind of concern called speechlessness.

I'm going to sensationalize again, I'm going to sigh again, I'm going to be a low-minded person again, even if it's higher than I expected.

I don't trust them anymore, I don't lose my demeanor anymore to attract attention, I'm tired, really tired, I want to close my eyes and leave endless eternity. The pointer rests on you who have fallen, and I will follow in your footsteps, depressed, indifferent, and like a passer-by.

I think I've changed, changed a lot, and there's no more to explain.

"In the moment of loneliness, my heart is aching, my numb eyes are sad, how can the depressed youth, how can it really be like the passing years, turning into the past, unbearable, indifferent, showing sadness, loneliness, slowly forgotten, can I still return to that world......"