I often wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, in a daze not knowing what I am looking at, looking out the window at the night, with expressions that cannot be seen clearly in the darkness, sadness or loneliness.
The same path is repeated every day. I always walk in a hurry on the way to and from school, keeping my head down. Sometimes I skip classes and finish school very early, and occasionally I raise my head. I can hardly open my eyes in the dazzling sunlight. Maybe I am used to the darkness, but not the sunlight. The light of the sun makes me feel unable to open my eyes, giving me a feeling of fear, and I am afraid to face it.
When it rains, I feel very sad. I see the rusty yellow edges of the IC phone booth on the roadside. I think of a long, long time ago when I ran into the booth from the rain and nervously said to a boy on the phone, I like you, four words. In fact, I never thought about expecting the result. I just thought that I would be satisfied if I could see it. But I have no choice but to give up. No one understands what it feels like. I really want to say it, but actually I really don't want to.
After a while, life is always like this, giving everyone a different trajectory, when and what they meet, what they encounter, and what they experience.
Every night late at night, I hope I can pick up the pen in my hand, continue to solve my own problems, bravely say no to the sky outside the window, and try to change my destiny...