A person can do many things at night, such as turning on the gas stove and cooking a bowl of steaming noodles on the blue flame, or facing the mobile phone screen lit in the dark with a stiff face, standing on the balcony where the night breeze blows, and the chaotic sky slowly lights up at 4 o'clock in the morning.
Feel it? This huge emptiness.
Wrapping you up tightly and slowly, suffocating you. Unquestionable and irresistible.
At this time, I often choose to look back at the things I have experienced, and I will be immersed in them and want to discover the details that I never paid attention to at the beginning. Those neglected places often become sharp thorns that lodge in the soft parts of the heart, tormenting them day and night from then on.
Don't be afraid of pain, listen to the second or third wind in the night.