Solitary

Staying dull, forgetting life...

A person, walking silently on the street, the afterglow of the sunset will make the shadow long and long. A good expression, a good helpless pace. Everyday comes and goes, I have forgotten my so-called pursuit...

I am used to it, I am not surprised. Just like the rising sun, because I am used to its existence, I don't want to find out where it is. One minute and one second, every bit and one drop is sad, and because I am used to being alone, I don’t feel sad anymore. But worry-free is also a worry. I want to forget more...

Fireworks always bloom in an instant, but they are always in a flash. Heart, suddenly feels so cool and cool. Is friendship expensive? But no one can cherish it easily, and it is easy to lose, but I am afraid that I have already lost it if I have not yet received it... things are human beings, from noisy to dead. What is it? I have no intention to pay attention to it...

The moon shadow is heavy, the residual flowers are still the same, just me, already broken. Lack of heart, lack of soul, lack of spirituality between the fingers... There are no more tears in the eyes, no more pain in the heart. Because the heart has already become numb, the grass and grass have ended the journey of cognac. Fluffy curls, hollow pupils. A weak breath... I don't understand, what am I pursuing, or the so-called pursuit is actually not at all. Did I lose it, or did it abandon me before me... really tired. That's it, no music and rhythm, I play the lonely clown on my own...

In the noisy city, such as the lost puppets of the soul, swaying and smashing the bleakness of the setting sun. No one cares about me, pays attention to me, like a light air, in the midst of disturbances, turns into tears of incompleteness.

Maybe, just like this! Since it is a person when you come, you should not take away anything when you go. It is still a person, just a single sorrow... It will not disturb anyone, and will not change any rules. Simply buried the self.

Silly, no more mourning...

- the end

Lingshi Middle School Third Day: Fang Yiting