???The afterglow of the setting sun suddenly made my heart feel empty. Wandering thoughts have nowhere to put them. Hiding in the ennui and laziness of spring.
??? The black and white calendar has a patchwork of sadness. I often feel that I can't understand myself, and I get lost unconsciously. The heart doesn't know which direction it should fly in, and can't find a way forward. I have also wanted to exile my heart to a far-reaching and secluded place, or wander around the world casually and willfully, without worries.
???Actually, I have always understood that it is not because you have a strong desire in your heart that you can reach the paradise of your dreams. Even if you never ask for much, you will inadvertently deviate from the direction. Each of us wants to work hard for ourselves and achieve our own stage. The road keeps going and the direction is correct. It is a long road. In the end, only a few people can reach the end and appreciate the infinite scenery of the dangerous peaks.
??? Perhaps, the end of life is the end of life's pursuit. Life always seems to come and go in a hurry, and everyone works tirelessly during their lifetime to fully interpret the splendor of this life, no matter what form or method is used. Maybe, when I die, I still can't take anything with me, but I still have no regrets. Even if there are sighs, regrets, memories, reluctance, and too many unfulfilled wishes, life still feels plump and rich.
??? Perhaps, life is destined to have too many fetters. There will be running around, there will be hard work, and there will be too much confusion. Just like me, there are so many emotions and worries in my heart that can never be fully explained in words. Therefore, it is destined to be accompanied by words in this life. No matter whether words will eventually bring harm. But still can't give it up. Resolutely, I want to stay close to it and let it listen to all the joys and sorrows in my life!
??? Suddenly for a while, I felt that I had become very busy. There were too many things to deal with at work, and I had to interpret myself as busy and fulfilling every day. If you want to grow and gain in this kind of busyness and fulfillment, more often than not, you are willing to become exhausted after such hard work and busyness, and then be able to fall asleep deeply at night, without thinking about the unreachable past in silence, without always putting your heart on the edge of sadness and hesitation, and touching the sadness and sadness that goes straight to the depths of the soul.
??? It's just that I'm much busier and may write less words, but my mood seems to remain the same and has not changed. Just like this spring, everything is still related to sadness and loneliness. The homepage is also black as always, allowing sadness to bloom enchantingly in the ink. Fanzi said, don't be so depressed all the time, let me change to a warmer tone. Looking out the window at the peaceful spring scenery, I still understand its sadness so keenly. The bright blue sky cannot hide my spring-filled thoughts.
??? It was also during this period that I got used to not rushing home after get off work, staying alone in the office, whether with work as a companion or meditating on words, I was willing to sit quietly in front of the computer with a cup of tea, and my mind wandered casually and willfully. I can have boundless imagination and bursts of sadness, for the past and the confusing future. The heart is wandering and homeless. Where in the vast world of mortals can I contain all my sadness and coldness?
??? When I go home dressed in pure splendor, I often turn on the radio and listen to "Soul Harbor" on FM 99.5. At that time, I always feel empty in my heart. Although I admit that I am not a sentimental woman, my heart is always very soft. The words accompanying the music will make the heart stray into a burst of sadness, and a faint sadness will arise spontaneously. More often than not, I teach myself to be strong. Learn to be optimistic and open-minded, and face all these things in life calmly. I keep all my thoughts to myself, and reflect on them alone when no one is around.
??? Walk all the way, remember all the way.Words are the way to express my sadness. Every stop and every journey I write down is a piece of scenery. On the way forward in life, because of the listening of words, the soul has the most solid support. Not caring about format or rhythm, the casual and free state of mind extends in the image of the text.
??? Some past, some memories. Some stories of youth. In the floating life like a dream, the fallen words become mourning. My sadness, living in a lonely castle, uses words to write a sentiment about the passing of time.
