While you're gone, everyone on the street is a stranger. The streetlights are cold, the trees are bare, every city looks the same, and home feels empty.
I'm childish. Every time I wake up crying at night, I wish I had a warm embrace, just like when I was little and could crawl into Mom's arms after a nightmare. Mom's bed was always warmer than mine. Mom never cried, so why am I such a crybaby? Don't say I'm pathetic. I'm so tough. There's no way I'd let anyone push me around out there. Don't worry.
All these years, I've listened to the songs you listened to, read the books you read, and gone to the places you've been. I hold on to the few memories I have, thinking of you.
Wife, believe in yourself and you can do it???!!(??????)??
The paragraph is too long! It will be more comfortable to look at it if you divide it more. Emmmm, it is full of girlish feelings after reading it, and it gives me a sour feeling. The feelings of teenagers are always poetry. In terms of growing up experiences and insights, the story won't be too strong, so I have to be prepared to watch it alone. I would like to make the text more concise, it is just a suggestion, but the endless chatter is also a major feature of the youthful feeling. It's up to you to take control. Finally, the angle of view is a bit confusing, it's hard to read clearly, and the words have a lot of overtones (whisper bb)
Why does the main character have the same name as you?? I seem to know something