4.17
They are all ordinary people.
Submerged in the sea of people, no one would notice even if he disappeared.
Maybe I have forgotten who it is, only the details are like deep-rooted vines, entangled, waiting for an opportunity to take someone's life.
I have already fallen asleep, and I want to record these thoughts, but I am afraid of looking weak. I wanted to wait until tomorrow morning to write, but I was afraid of forgetting.
Did you know?
Good night.