The face of the woman across from me was red, probably because of the alcohol. She seemed ordinary at first, but now she was a little bit charming. In fact, this woman was short, a little fat, her skin looked dark and rough, and her hair was a little messy, which gave people a very sloppy look. To be precise, she was a bit ugly. But her extraordinary life tempted me to explore or to say that I knew about her deep soul difficulties 20 years ago.
It can be said that I know every bit of this woman very well. When I have time, I just don't want her to fall into memories again. What I can do. I try not to reveal her healed wounds or talk about her past. In fact, there are some things she would say even if I don't talk about them.
This woman doesn't know why she covered up her 23 years of life and only talked about her life from one year ago to today. I don't know whether I feel pity for her or feel heartbroken.
Reader comments
Ending the tragedy in a very light way, there is a feeling that the world will continue like that no matter what, a small individual cannot change everything, and can only accept it by default. Looking at it from the perspective of others is like watching a tragedy, as if nothing is important. No matter how heavy it is in the heart of the protagonist, this matter is just a momentary inner impact in the eyes of bystanders. The suffering is revealed naturally, the turning point is sudden, and the gap is huge (personal interpretation)
Ending the tragedy in a very light way, there is a feeling that the world will continue like that no matter what, a small individual cannot change everything, and can only accept it by default. Looking at it from the perspective of others is like watching a tragedy, as if nothing is important. No matter how heavy it is in the heart of the protagonist, this matter is just a momentary inner impact in the eyes of bystanders. The suffering is revealed naturally, the turning point is sudden, and the gap is huge (personal interpretation)