Where am I tomorrow?

In the night of the city, a person walks unconsciously to the gate of a crowded park. Maybe it is just to cover up some emotions. I don’t know if I am afraid of loneliness. I think that the crowd can eliminate loneliness, but in the face of many people. The place, standing there for a long time, never walked in, thinking that what I needed was a moment of quiet rather than empty noisy. So, I went to a quiet place again.....

Walking along the lakeside carelessly, the shadow was pulled long under the faint light refraction. The microwave slammed the lake and blurred my eyes. The eyebrows of the size of the eyebrows sneaked into the vast sky. Smiling at me, whether I have been seen through it and feared. I couldn't help but laugh back at it. It turns out that I can calm down and enjoy the neon lights that embellish the lonely city shell. The colorful setting is so dazzling.

The swaying branch on the path, a dead leaf fell and hit my hair. I gently picked it up and muttered to myself: Life is so short and extremely fragile! So we have to learn how the trunk supports the whole tree, how much can be saved as much as possible, and don't let life be empty.

Passing through the stone road on the lake, it is covered with too many traps. If you don't look carefully at the road under your feet, you will be trapped easily. Life is also like this, full of thrills everywhere, every step of the way is the key.

The catkins float, the dead leaves dance, the new moon is beautiful, and the heart is blooming.

The sun of tomorrow, waiting for me to meet you in a high-profile manner.