Loneliness is not our fault, but we can't get rid of it.
A lonely heart is speechless, a lonely heart has no tears.
It doesn't matter how lonely a person is, the most fearful thing is the loneliness of the soul, and the greatest sorrow is the death of one's heart.
Night, lonely night. Lonely night.
The space of night, the space of desire. Where the moonlight cannot shine, loneliness begins to sprout. Feeling helpless and helpless, I feel like a speck of dust floating everywhere, with no root.