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29.07.2019 03:42
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Outside the balcony, the bustling urban lights dyed the sky pink under the mist, and the night's ripples once again eroded the lonely heart. I like to look up at the night sky, the kind of innocent squat always touches the most painful injury in my heart. Whenever I am frustrated and eroded my heart, I will always go to the balcony unconsciously, look at the night sky, and then take a deep breath, and come back with all the unbearable memories. Slowly, this look has become a habit, and the night sky has become a kind of dependence. I have lived in the countryside since I was a child. The night space in my hometown is quiet outside, and there is a sense of rationality in the silence. I will have a soft spot when I look at it. Since childhood, even if it is just a small disappointment, I will always go straight to the top of the building and then look up. Because, only by looking up quietly under the night sky, I can make every thought, expel grief, no longer lose. Under the night sky, there is always a kind of courage that prompts me to face all kinds of unbearable things, and use the most calm heart to look forward to the future. Today, the night in Jiangmen is still quiet, but with some deep and embarrassing. The longer I grow up, the more lonely I am, the loneliness I have never had before, which makes me lose myself in the deep night. A kind of awkward, a kind of embarrassment, I don't know where my heart is pointing. There is no lighthouse on my life sailing. After a deep breath, my heart is still hurting. At night, it is getting more and more depressed. The lights in the distance are confusing. The sorrowful spring night behind the bustling city is really dull. In the face of the night sky, I am not as rational as I imagined, or me. Don't want to be rational. I can't do it myself, and I don't want to pretend myself in the night sky. I don't want to rely on the night sky, I am sad alone behind my back, but only in sorrow can I see my true self. I hate too much welcoming, disgusted with a nasty person or a false smile. I hope that the night sky will drown out all the people and things from my heart Marlboro Red, only myself, continue to squat. I don't know if it is an escape. I only know that it is the belief that I continue to go Marlboro Lights. Night, never paying attention to my sorrow, leaving me with only one battlefield and struggling alone Newport 100S. I always think that there will always be good tomorrow Carton Of Cigarettes, but there will be more and more disappointment. For my own life, I have never been lazy, but sometimes my own efforts have gone wrong. A lot of sadness is so uncontrollable. I can't be the one I imagined Marlboro Cigarettes, nor can I be someone else in my imagination. With remorse and loneliness, depression and depression, no one wants to bear sadness. Next, that is not called sorrow. Tears can be dried up, but the pain left in my heart is always more tangled than imagined. At this moment, how hope, leave everything in this empty night |
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