Life had unknowingly deviated from its orbit. Everything appeared so rushed and lost its original rules. We were on a bumpy road without rules. There was no direction, no pursuit, and no goal. We looked around and hesitated, but in the end, we couldn't escape from life. In real life, I was like a clown. Before I was ready, I was mercilessly pushed to the audience. I was like a passer-by on the stage. The moment the lights lit up, the corners of my mouth curled up and the corners of my eyes curved down. I performed an extremely funny performance to make others laugh. When the lights went out, people dispersed, and I was ultimately a supporting role. No one would remember. It was actually good. It was just life.
On the train of life, we have to get used to a life of losing things along the way. In the car, everyone was the same. They stopped and walked, went and stayed. No one would stop for anyone. Those who should get off will eventually get off. Even if someone will stop you, there will be a day when you will set sail. When the people around us leave, there will be someone to fill the same position…
The people you care about may not care about you, and the things you care about may not go as you wish.
I thought that time would make me forget the past, forget my failures, forget my pain, forget my blame; I thought I would change as soon as the past became the past, but the gray memory was so melancholy that it occupied an important area in my not-so-blank mind, so clear as if it was yesterday.
Was the past really the past?
The melancholy of the past made me unable to find the dawn of hope, because hope would not bloom in the fog. I could not remember when my arrogance began. I only knew that the frustration after my arrogance was so painful that it made me unable to do anything. I always thought that success was close at hand, but I forgot that success could be far away.
The weak are prey to the strong. I'm the weak one! I have long left the ranks of the strong…The weak will sooner or later disappear on the battlefield that is as cold as three feet of ice, buried in that desolate land, a nameless grave isolated in the cold wind. A few black crows flew over the graves of the weak, crying out sorrowfully. Wild grass spread, and yellow sand floated in the sky. It wantonly spread a sense of sadness in the ruins. Soon, the weak would be forgotten by people, and the ones who remembered and worshipped would be the strong.
The sadness of the past was always mixed with loneliness. At that time, no one knew about one's injuries and pain. Sometimes, I'm always wandering in sadness, always going back and forth. This seemed to have become a habit. Then, he fell into the endless abyss of darkness alone. In the pitch-black night, I was lost. I always hoped that I could find a ray of hope. The light of dawn would take me away and make me forget the pain of hope not blooming in the fog.
In my past sorrow, I was always unclear about the value of life. It seemed that I was trying to break free from the sorrow that had passed through a thousand years, but I was powerless in the face of it. Those dreams that were once in my hands were destroyed in my sorrow and shattered into countless fragments. I didn't know when they would disappear from the world, but I was at a loss. I lost my dream.
In the desolate land, the ruins still existed in the drizzling rain. When the untamed rain broke through the curtain of rain and scattered the ground, it was actually the shadow of the untamed dream.
At the intersection of success and failure, I am lost at the invisible crossroads, panicking like a lost child. I can't find the exit of failure? I know that I will become a lonely soul in the face of the troubles of the world. When the sun rises the next day, I will be gone.
However, the past is the past.
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