Spit out the loneliness in your bones like silk, weave a delicate dance dress, dye it with the worldly glory, wear vulgar bright colors, dance gracefully in the prosperity of the world. Loneliness is a cocoon on the body. Breaking through it requires hard work. Loneliness is like a red dance shoe on the foot. Taking it off requires huge pain.
I fell in love with the splendor of the trees and silver flowers. I let the gorgeous loneliness swallow me up. I can't look back. I can't look back.
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