Coldness wraps around the red flowers, desire gnaws at the heartache.
Love is a gentle hand or a binding rope.
Or maybe I am the only one confused in all this noise.
The world is like a transparent but solid wall. I am a non-existent person, hiding quietly behind the wall and watching other people's joys and sorrows with cold eyes.
"It's so cold!" I exclaimed softly and quickly wrapped my coat tightly.
Winter vacation is coming soon, and the Chinese New Year is still more than half a month away, but the atmosphere on the street is already full of Spring Festival atmosphere. Many stores have been hung with red decorations, neon lights are shining, and they are colorful.
Fine white snowflakes floated sporadically in the night sky, adding a bit of unreal haziness to this festive world.
But I just feel cold. In the winter in the south, the temperature will not be very low, but the most fearful thing is the cold and dampness. The cold air is wrapped in moisture, and it soaks into people's bones inch by inch.
On nights like this, I didn't want to go back to school for a long time, so I just wandered on the street.
Three days ago, a senior in the school was taken away by the police.