He finally understood that it was difficult to find peace in life in a lonely world. Looking at the people coming and going, he didn't know if there was true joy and sorrow under each face. Everyone was trying to support that face to make it perfect or to make it more fragmented. Using false words to describe a dreamy life. These figures were guided by some burning halos, changing into different postures and reorganizing their lives in the illusion.
Lonely people often tried to grasp something, but those true feelings disappeared so quickly. Before they understood, they had already lost it, and they could not grasp the truth of love. No matter how carefree he was during the day, he let his thoughts struggle and cry in loneliness at night. She tried her best to hide the shame in her heart. It was said that people who loved deeply were lonely, but they didn't know that when they were poor, they would experience vicissitudes. Although he hadn't experienced all the vicissitudes of life, he still blamed the bitter wine of loneliness. He couldn't appreciate the true taste of it unless he felt it physically and mentally. The joy might be similar, but there was no sadness.
Loneliness settled the dust of the ages, how many feelings of passion and passion, how many scholars in the world, how many lovers, where the glory was burned out, how many passionate desires were nourished by a drop of lonely tears. The separation, reunion, gathering and parting have played out many true love stories between men and women, but I still stubbornly want to find sincere love forever. It seems that what I need more is a spiritual sustenance, a devout love in my fantasy.
Love was an original creation that belonged to him. He was looking forward to describing a long-lasting love story. When those memories had already turned yellow, when time gradually disappeared, when we were always on the edge of love and pain, when we opened the corners of our memories, only the dust that had accumulated for many years scattered and rushed into our eyes. The beauty was no longer there, leaving too many regrets.
Loneliness was like a shadow under the sun. The brighter the sun, the gloomier it was. Many times, the garland of flowers and the lonely mood always came at the same time. When love was strong, sorrow was also deep. The most colorful moment was also the loneliest moment. Therefore, sincere begging became an illusion forever. I knew that I was an ordinary woman. My pale face lacked the radiation of the sun. Only the movement in my eyes proved that I was alive. Let the melancholy heart reclaim the desolation of life.
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