What does hurt and betrayal mean?
I suddenly hate those happy days, like a false lie.
The hole in my heart had already swallowed me up. As I walked on the long street, the sound of wind passed by my ears, taking away the noise and hustle and bustle, and moved forward.
I was like a walking zombie, looking at the world I was familiar with with an extremely slow gaze.
My soul, at a certain moment, was baptized or reborn.
All I know is that the happy self I once was may no longer exist.
The brokenness will eventually turn into a wisp of dust and go with the wind in the long river of time.
And I will live in this world with a new body, just like a new soul replacing the old self.
And I have long lost my emotions.
