A person has insomnia, a person says good night to the air, a person has nothing to do, and a person tells stories to himself.
A sip of carbonated drink, a burp, a wrinkling of the tip of the nose, followed by raging tears.
There is a lot of imagination in my mind, and I have imagined you countless times, and finally, they are gone.
It's just my understanding of what I saw and heard, and I have more interpretations of life. Or maybe, the passerby is the person who understands you best, but he just doesn't want to stay for a long time.
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