The light I thought turned out to be just an excuse for the darkness to come; I also tried hard to live a good life, but life would not let me go. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can become a tree and stand there quietly, lowering my head and looking at the people passing by, being favored by the sun and caressed by the breeze. People say that you are still young, only 25 years old, so you have no worries. Stress is just an excuse for laziness. I tried to speak again and again, and to defend myself again and again. Later, I gave up, and gradually I lived like the person I hated most. I put on a mask and seemed invulnerable on the outside, and nothing could defeat me. People around me said, "She? She is a good girl, gentle, kind and loves to laugh." Until the large amount of blood under my body stained the soil of the flower bed downstairs red, they were also saying, "What a good girl, what a pity!" I was finally freed and buried among the flowers. It was the last happiness I found for myself.
Some people say that the more people lack something, the more they want it. Looking back on my short life, there don't seem to be many moments worth cherishing. I keep searching and longing for it, but I don't seem to get anything, so forget it. Let everyone go and let go of yourself. Perhaps this is a new gain. It would be great if the moonlight had temperature, because in this way, people walking in the dark would not be so cold that they would huddle in a corner and need to constantly look for heat sources to keep warm, and finally disappear in the light of the fire.
Idea: If the moonlight has warmth, there is no need to look for that touch of heat or light in the dark. I also thought about redemption and saving myself, but I'm sorry, I failed. There is no sadness, just regret that I have not been to the Aegean Sea to see with my own eyes the hometown of Venus, that beautiful and peaceful island.