When I was at the elevator door... I suddenly realized my loneliness... Although it was not the first time... I was still shocked...
Who is not lonely...
There is really a gap in the soul and it needs another person to fit in. But I can't find him...
So a person is lonely and incomplete... Uses fantasy to make up for everything...
Why do I still feel utterly lonely even when I'm so busy that I can't breathe? Why?
When I cry... My heart is clean... I can even feel a little bit of warmth... Even if it's just a little...