Pinching the pen in his hand again, the attachment in his heart can no longer be lost, maybe it is no longer attachment, it is desperate stubbornness.

Immersed in the road of no return to dreams, I gradually lost sight of myself, and I wanted to keep going until the next dawn, but I fell in love with the silent night.

In the middle of every night when no one is around, I write down the despair in my heart, and record those dreams that cannot see the dawn on paper, hoping that after many years, they will not be dusty, but flying.

I know that the world is too impetuous, and impetuousness suppresses the initial dreams in people's hearts.

I don't know if I should go down, where I should go, or whether I should continue to follow the voices that still swirl in my head without hope.

When the cruelty of reality invades dreams, all that remains in this world is boundless despair, and no matter how much people struggle, they still can't get rid of the fate of being enslaved by reality.

I wanted to escape, to escape from the cage that had consumed my life, but I could never escape again.

When the dream faded away, I ended up being a slave.

Slaves of reality.

The glory that I once hoped for is still ......

Wish for the moon.

"When It's Dark" is hard to break the dream is in the hand, please wait a while,

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