Life in the wound

In the journey of life, everyone is a tourist, hurried, trekking and desert, swamp, muddy, life will more or less leave us a brand, unforgettable or dull or bizarre; sharp knife Cut through the skin for the second time, leaving a scar, or a wound that is difficult to heal.

No one can forget the past, it means betrayal and give up. But when we carry the days of the past, the hardships and pains, we walk on the sharp knives, and the ten fingers are painful. So people put on their coats. Concealing those ugly, blood-stained wounds, no one talks and laughs in the daytime, but after a lonely sneak attack at night, they are tired and weeping into a ball. After all, the wounds in the heart are hard to flatten.

However, when those people walked falteringly, there were some people who indifferently uncovered the scars of the people, preached in the crowd, preached, and sacrificed the scars in the public, and looked at them with numb eyes. The irritated people died and died. These are just the time when the tea is idle and can't be spent. Once upon a time, these bloody facts smeared a dazzling landscape for a cruel life.

Na Ying sang in the song "with the wound back to the city that was betrayed. The only thing that was contained was his own shadow." Those are the facts that have been awakened, with the indelible cruelty of disappointment. We used to be unconcerned for one thing, and we didn’t return, but when we were really ruined, we only had loneliness and cynicism. Those painless wounds began to take root in the psychological.

In fact, sometimes we can withstand the wounds in our lives, either deep or shallow, or bitter or sweet; the only thing we can't stand is the paradox outside the wound. Those things are actually more aggressive, or cold or hot taunts, and the injuries are actually deeper.

Perhaps, for those who are injured, what we learn is silence.

After listening to such a passage, "the opposite of love is not hate, but tacit." After a few years, the wounds of each other have been buried for a long time, replaced by strangeness and indifference. This pain is engraved in the atrium, not the body. . Imagine a day when the wind is clear, you meet the other half, you will say: "×××, do you hate me?" Just turn left and turn right, the cold touches the heart, and reads Time is lost, everything is going on, the days are lingering in the fingers, and the age is not good, there will always be thin and bleak, that is, with the wounds of people forever, they will never fall.

Deception is a very sinful wound. He brings the pain and hurt of each other. He wants a snake to slowly coil around the new base and coil out the thought of doing evil.

If time can be diluted with each other, but those who hurt the blood and zero, and buried it in the bottom of my heart, do not hang in the window for people to see, those bloody tumors, will sooner or later will bury yourself.