Soon, quietly. . .
When night falls, the moonlight fills the earth. The life of some people has just begun. Standing on the noisy street, looking at the sky with fireworks flashing, everything in front of me seems to be a little out of tune with me. Lowering his head, thinking carefully about how he spent today, he smiled wryly. It's the same as yesterday, so boring and walking around, it fades away and the memories fade away; looking at it makes me tired and the stars dim; listening and listening, I wake up and start to complain; when I look back, I find that you are gone, and suddenly I am confused. When I am alone, I like to lower my head and be in a daze, thinking about nothing, enjoying the quiet and silent night, looking up at the sky. My world is too quiet, so quiet that I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess others' hearts. They may guess other people's hearts correctly, but they also lose their own. Foolish people who like to give love may be deceived, but they may not be able to get others' love. You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable. A few bits of light flickered here and there. No intention to enjoy the beautiful scenery. But I don't know who you are with, my dear, but I feel the deepest part of the silence of the night, where there is nothing but loneliness and silence, like a pool of stagnant water. I am easy to laugh but hard to rejoice, and always like to listen to pieces of unfamiliar music and look at familiar scenery. At that time, I liked that piece of music, and listening to a piece of music made me miss a certain period of time. The palm prints of sitting in one period of time and missing another period of time. What was your mood like listening to that song at that time? Did we meet at that time? Was it an encounter or a miss? Or, an encounter with no ending? All this makes people feel a little strange yet familiar, as if a person has lost his way and can't find his own direction. He quietly thinks about what else is worth laughing about. A person's world is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat. When you are cold, give yourself a coat; when you are hungry, buy yourself a piece of bread; when you are sick, give yourself a strength; when you fail, give yourself a goal; when you fall, get up in pain and give yourself a tolerant smile. Yes, I am always alone, you have never been here, and I have never appeared in your world. As a result, it seems that only sadness and longing are left. The beauty of the night cannot be with you, what a pity. I hope everything can become simpler, without so much sadness, so that I can accompany you quietly and simply experience the beauty, I don't know when. Start changing yourself. I have become less carefree. I seem to be used to waiting. I simply think that waiting will come. But while waiting, I missed the happiness that can lead to happiness. Regret when you lose, why didn't you catch it. In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake. I know that I am waiting for a happiness that I don't know if it will come... I start to have my own feelings, instead of the heartless and heartless feeling of a group of friends in the past. This kind of life is a bit tiring, and the things around me are sometimes unacceptable. Everyday life seems like the same movie is playing on a loop, which really makes me feel boring. Not only has time changed, but I have changed, maybe life is the same. Laughing alone, crying alone, just like drinking water, knowing whether it is hot or cold. Slowly understand, slowly learn, enjoy this only silence, light a cigarette, burn all my sorrows, let them go with the wind, Give me a sense of freshness, but soon and quietly
