Who has never had to compromise in front of the world?
Living in this quiet circle, if I didn't tell me, I would never know that I had been so happy.
To me, this story is incredibly sad. But after a cold winter rain, everything will become silent again until it is buried by heavy snow, and finally all the joy and anger will be redeemed.
So, life goes on, right?
I used the last bit of light before I grew up to weave my various pasts. If I don't tell you, you won't remember those old times with mixed praise and praise.
I stood in the gap between time and when the thick foundation was applied to the increasingly rough cheeks, I should suddenly realize that those unspeakable past have faded into dusty negatives. Maybe I still remember to open my palms and face the sun every sunny day. However, the sunlight that shines through your fingers has already illuminated every particle of dust in the past, and the stars are reflected in your pupils, making it painful.
This kind of myself is looming in the gray light. Youth has already beaten me to pieces, and I am licking my wounds that cannot be healed in the faint light.
I work hard to carve my name along the line of this time, because I am afraid that when you whizz by, you will forget to find my trace.