Life is short, and I often feel sad about it. I am getting further and further away from my ideal, and getting closer and closer to my coffin.
How many people are overwhelmed by life, and how many people are really sober, dazed, pretending to be smart, and deliberately ignoring their inner yearnings. I try my best to cope with the sloppiness of life in front of me. Poetry and distant fields are really just an ideal, out of reach.
\"Once, full of hope, you and I would break away from the darkness. Now, we are lost again.\" Is this life like this? Isn't this how it will be in this life? ! Never do this again in this life. Is the innocent heart going to be abandoned? I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with a sword and seeing the prosperity of the world. My young heart was frivolous. Now I anesthetize myself every night, get drunk in the house, and get lost in my mobile phone...
It would be great if I could do something meaningful in this life. I'm tired of this mundane life. I work part-time to get enough food and clothing, and wealth is as out of reach as the stars in the sky. I always look forward to it, hoping for an opportunity that will allow me to participate in something worthy of praise, to pour out my heart, and from then on I will no longer be hesitant.
You can believe that in my previous life, I was a woman with a tender heart, a passionate heart, and an innocent heart. So, look at me now, can you even understand my pain and suffering?