It seems that in the intertwined time and space, you cast a hasty, lonely but fiery gaze, making it impossible for me to turn around and run away. You are like the unchanging protagonist in the play, standing still as always. And I wear different clothes and expressions, eager to warm your cold heart in every place.
"Are you feeling lonely and overwhelmed?"
"Xiao Zhen..."
You always look farther away and can't find my struggle and loneliness around you.
It's like, people who think they are pure and devoid of desires have often gotten what they want.
"Am I...?"
It's better to run away - go farther - I don't know if you will catch up - the monotonous waiting will make me too heartbroken -
"But if you feel lonely for a moment,..."
How could I give it up? …
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