Bone erosion forever, moth's wings

Late one night, my soul floated with the night, flew away, and then slowly disappeared, never to look back... Look quietly, think about it, and wash off the dust. Life is like a musical melody, everything slowly dances with the theme, but life will eventually become calm, and then my heart will be a quiet and barren lake without a single fallen leaf. I have nothing. I always felt that I was walking on a road covered with yellow sand but real under my feet, and when I turned back, I couldn't find the direction I came from.

I am alone in the summer, blowing the summer wind, listening to the summer songs, and writing about the feeling of this summer, so the summer of a person is a little lonely, a little difficult, and a little dazed. It's early summer, and the snow has long since melted, but when you look back, you still have deep footprints. It's just that the heart is running away from something, or it's just purely protecting itself. I saw everything as untouchable air, and as soon as the wind came, the air dissipated, and I casually walked on the bus, just like life, and the itinerary was already booked. The crowd, the slipping of coins, the silence against the car window, motionless, as if dead. From the beginning to the end, it seems to deduce a complete fragmented story, some people come, some people leave, some people are destined to pass by, and some people can be able to start and finish, that is the true shape of the journey of life. The driver is in charge of the journey like a god. In the night of urban life, who will pay attention to the glittering and passing pedestrians, who are rapidly receding backwards, as if it were a grand and grand memory, covered with gorgeous appearances. In fact, they all have their own hearts and minds, or memories, or extravagant hopes, or some trivial things. Pain or sorrow, they are hidden in their own world.

It seems that all the buses are for the lonely. The bus full of loneliness starts one journey after another in the city, tirelessly flowing the blood of loneliness in the city. From morning to night, from beginning to end. There will never be a day when their spirits can stop, and they can have a period of time to reminisce and hope.

I'm a person who doesn't like to be in contact with people, live in remote and dark places, and don't like those noisy places. Often a person is trapped in the house for a long, long time, when it is necessary to go out. Only slightly touched by the warm sunlight and the dazzling blue sky. and the noisy bustling crowds with the city.

I'm always lonely, but I don't like loneliness, I feel like I'm wandering all the time. I yearn for a plain and peaceful life, and I seem to have been leaning on my loneliness in the dark night, embracing loneliness. I've been locking myself in an abyss, not daring to climb up. Learn to compromise on many things.

Obsessed with tobacco, thinking that his paranoid personality is estimated to be a lifetime, it is messy, and several cigarette brands are piled up with habits. The afterimage of the troubled times, the outline is clear, and the dilapidated reality is real, "Who will wait for a person with many years of patience, and who will look back after many years and still see the person waiting behind him?"

Alone and chatting alone, with no one to accompany you? This is not loneliness, this is just that you feel lonely! Real loneliness is a kind of emptiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, a kind of emptiness that makes you crazy! Even in the sound of joy, you will feel the sadness in your heart! Life is barren and finished, I am like a hasty passerby, my life is a mess, there is no goal, wandering at a barren intersection, watching the bleak wind and clouds, black and white spring and autumn falling, time flies by the years, life can not withstand the teasing of the annual rings, time gives the meaning of the beginning and the end, But some things are not so easy to start or end.

Listening to some music that is as clean as water, it looks very quiet, my world can't accommodate anyone, because of loneliness, bone-eating loneliness.

Tears are that kind of thing, I've always underestimated its weight, it can crush some persistence, some guarding, and even everything. The sound of ruin was scattered all over the place, and in the trance of the chaotic streets, it was incredible to find beauty like ordinary people, but they didn't know that this short-lived expression of rebirth came from a cold. The subconscious grasp of despair is so powerless, only the feeling of sinking, the veins in the mind crumbling one by one, and then being sucked away, and the memory collapses in the whirlpool of pain.

At night, the street view is still clean and bright through the windows, but it seems to be a hard and transparent solid, which makes people feel suffocated when they are sealed in amber. Emptiness is not scary, it is just emptiness that sweeps after...... I don't know if I'll be able to scrape together enough chips to trade my gone.

It's raining, and some people say, this is the sadness of the city, I don't want heaven, I just want to have your world, nice words, right? I always thought that I would get used to the loss of time and the past, no matter where I was, who I met, and how it ended. But that's just self-righteousness.

I don't think I can bear this kind of night anymore, and I am even a little afraid of how much time we have to spend free, and how much youth we have to wait at this age when the flowers bloom and fall. Maybe it's just a crab lurking in the deep sea, although it is protected by its shell, but it is very damaged, and it wants to escape, but it will never be able to escape from that sea area.

The sky is a little hidden, that's how the sky interprets melancholy, or centuries later, two crabs will be placed in the window in the form of amber, and what cannot be changed for centuries is always their fate.

Time has no emotion, because it doesn't know how to remember, it's pitch black outside the window, I can't find the slightest light, I am like a wandering spirit, constantly wandering. I'm just a silent child, I only have a lonely soul, and my thoughts and moods are constantly beginning to fall silent. And memory, will it be silent? I thought I was strong, but I know I'm not that manly.

Those years that fell with the clouds were the reason for me to hide, and my sorrow was a small thing, and no one else would feel it except for my own heart.

Happiness is still a luxury for me, laughter, as if it were just a muscle twitch, without content. A short moment, a long eternity... Fingers tapped with nothing to please him, so he pretended to be calm and listened to those old songs, hoping to find some lost past. All that remains is a messy diary, and some things are inevitable! The meaning of the scar is that the rainbow has lost its color, or it is a scar in the sky. Gradually I began to doubt my ability to control words, which seemed to be not the way I should have. time, does not weatherize memory.

Too much fault to bear the ups and downs of being alone, I shrunk myself and became a creature that constantly devoured me.

My head began to ache slightly, but it did not affect the yellowed fragments of thoughts falling in the night, and I felt the clamor of the night in my own way. Any kind of thing, as long as you are willing, can always be made simple. People are sometimes fragile, just like the wings of a moth, once they are broken, they will no longer be complete, and the broken wings vibrate in the air, which is a noisy and cold, fear-filled sound, a flow of uncertain destiny.

Not even tired, just the operation of machinery, always cranky. The biological clock is chaotic, the sunrise and moon set are no longer the understanding of day and night, like being banished, except for themselves,

Some things don't fade because of the passage of time, and some people don't forget because they don't see each other. In reality, people tend to live in a sober posture, but I understand the helplessness of hiding in a dark corner and sobbing. The feelings of the city are unspeakably overflowing, even without benchmarks.Everyone is fortified everywhere so as not to hurt himself, a strong and unreachable line of defense, separating the world of strangers from the deliberate stabbing and the hypocrisy of soothing greed.

I can't control the emotions in my heart with actions, I always like to listen to some indifferent songs, related to death and loss, listening to those voices of frustration and loneliness intersecting, making me feel unprecedented peace, looking for a hidden smile, with a submerged memory that once mixed with black and white, a kind of fragmented pain.

Tomorrow's sunshine can be waited for with a night. And my waiting, will it be in vain that it will never end? Choosing the quietest way to vent oneself is a more hysterical indulgence than the hustle and bustle. Still unable to do anything. The breath in the distance, the posture of the wind, and the shadow embracing the words, the expression is lonely, and the eyes are vicissitudes. It's not something my age should have, but I really feel the weight of it.

Day after day, it is just a physically and mentally exhausted passerby, walking through the hustle and bustle of the city, a lonely figure, can no longer feel the warmth of the sun, can not experience the presumptuousness of the mood. Those once heart-pounding details, the surprise of a glimpse, have become the deepest pain in the bones. Only when he is lonely and lonely will he quietly turn out, and his eyes are confused.

The gray and cold city becomes even more gloomy after the sun hides the brightness for a short time, and there is no way to find the old way, no way back. It was a fatal loss. No matter how ambiguous the words are, they can't dispel the sorrow. It's still a very deep thought, and the hidden loneliness is all in the words, and I can only interpret it with words.

The lonely slanting sun hides the brightness, and soaking in the warm air can't melt my heart. It's not that I refuse warmth, it's that I hate the sun, the days are still days, I just can't stand the teasing of the years. When I felt a dull pain in my heart, I realized that I was the one who had really betrayed. Should I have gone back, or should I have forgotten my name.

In addition to the alcohol that had entered the bloodstream, it continued to make me feel dizzy and sober, but I was still soft to walk. I was exhausted from the vomiting just now, and I could barely reach the faucet by holding on to the wall, pour a stomach full of cold water, and sit quietly on the ground......