Lonely...

I stood on the high steps of the train station with my heavy luggage, looking at the bustling crowd in front of me with desolate eyes. Especially those people who live in this city, I won't be able to see them in a while. It is not a permanent separation, nor a temporary separation, but a boundary between the two. Is it one year, two years, ten years, eight years? I can't tell clearly. Anyway, I'm leaving. I don't know why I left this city, maybe it was out of fairness to my friends. I clearly remember that when we became friends, we once held a glass of wine and said boldly that we would share joys and sorrows. Now that others have left in different ways, what's the point of me staying here? I looked up, looking for someone I knew, but I was disappointed. There are so many people coming and going, but I don't know anyone, and I have no complaints. The sad situation today with no one to say goodbye is entirely caused by ourselves. Who else can you blame?