[The author will add and revise the entire article from 5:00 to 23:30 on September 15th. Readers are encouraged to read it after 00:00 on September 16th. The author is preparing for the exam. ] "We... Are all lonely people." Lonely pedestrians, not even a shadow.
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The night is so dark; the sky is so cold; the rain is so heavy; my heart is so chaotic.
... Obviously yesterday, you finally agreed to accompany me to see the sea.
I don't even dare to touch a single hair of yours.
"They" who call themselves gods, and the rain that turns into dust and drifts to the sea.
But I saw it...
Birds are singing again; clouds are looking forward to it again; trees are swaying again.
The road is far away; the heart is parting.
I am coming gently, and I invite you to see the sea for the last time.
