The warmth of loneliness is actually very close but far away, like a desert without cacti. It's just that it's a habit, and it's normal that no one remembers it. Perhaps that is a kind of beauty, lonely and lonely beauty. It's just that no one will appreciate this mediocre scene - there are very few people going to the desert, but will those who are in a hurry pay attention? It can be seen that some places are deserted, because this piece of land does not represent anything and has no representative value at all. Because desert is just a substitute for green. People resent the desert, but no one thinks about their own fault. Maybe the desert resents you, resents you for making it lonely, resents you for making it useless, resents you for making all deserts unable to be together. Because lonely people are wrong, but lonely people are not wrong. Such a desert should not get resentment from others, but sympathy. Who would sympathize? There is only rejection, perhaps also in the imagination of the desert. It cries, and the quicksand is tears. As a result, no one can claim this peace, only more hatred. Later, I don't know when, an unknown plant was willing to accompany the desert, but simply accompanying, without emotion. The desert may love it, it calls it a cactus. The lonely desert is still lonely, and the lonely cactus is still lonely. Maybe it's because of each other's watching each other, being speechless for a hundred years, no one understands each other, they only know that they are together. After a long time, quicksand appeared again in the desert. After all, its love is not eternal. Many, many partners disappeared. Indeed, the desert cried again, and it could not stop its tears no matter what. It was speechless as it watched the people it loved most die invisibly and be buried invisibly, but it could do nothing.
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