Falling into the World

No one asked me whether the porridge was warm. No one restrains my tears when I speak, and no one worries that I walk alone. It's late at night with no one to accompany me, no one to share the wine with me: No one wipes my tears of lovesickness, no one dreams of me and my past. No one is with me to look at the stars, no one wakes me up and my tea is cold. No one listens to my heartfelt words, no one interprets the dreams in my heart. No one turns out the lights with me, no one shares my book for half my life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.