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The 15-year-old sky is blue and lonely.

The rain whipped the erected window, and I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, listening to the window crying, and I couldn’t help myself. Looking at the isolated window, I realized what it means to be a heart. The original taste is so heartbreaking.

I started to sit and smirk, remembering the bits and pieces of the past, full of happiness and joy. Then, from the heart of laughing, laughing all the time, laughing to the heart, laughing to powerless. Finally, the slamming ended my memories, leaving behind the abyss of desolate and helpless. In the past, I can't come back.

I thought that one year, it would be so easy to disappear from my side, like a rainbow after the rain, like a blossoming brilliant fireworks in the lonely night sky, simple, beautiful, perishable, my heart is really not a taste. Did you wake up from your dreams tomorrow and you have to face the graduation ceremony? When he fled, I couldn't keep it. Even if I wanted to stay, I couldn't help but stay helpless.

For three years, it must have passed very quickly. I don't know who heard it, time is in the air, so I reached for it. However, in the end, what is caught is still an air, carrying a lonely air. Do you know how to abandon time?

Three years, no, two years. Today, two years later, we are all going to work. Remember the scene where the bubble was blown? Looking at their colorful bodies flying up, I thought, one day, the people beside me, like these bubbles, slowly, one by one, disappeared from my life.

It seems that only my dear pen and words understand me and accompany me. Looking up, I can't see the blue sky. It turned out that even the sky dislikes me, covering myself with a gray cloud, a haze, I don't want to see it.

Maybe, one day, even the pen and the words will leave me without returning, leaving me alone, and I will lose my soul.