Sitting alone on the train and watching the lush woods passing by one by one outside the window, it feels like watching our lives, short and ruthless. Each soul is like the shadow of a tree in the past, leaving behind only memories that are too late to pick up. I can't remember it clearly, and I can't forget it.
Watching the people coming and going in the car, they all had their own things to do, chatting, reading, or playing cards. I was the only one sitting there alone along the way. I stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, unwilling to do anything.
When I see the day gradually disappearing and night coming, the pain in my heart comes over me involuntarily. Looking at the dark night, meteors fall one after another, just like the passing souls. This is a painful feeling, I don't know why, maybe my birth is a tearful tragedy. If I hadn't come into this world, there wouldn't be all this, and there wouldn't be a soul like me that is worse than death, wandering alone in this meaningless world. I don't know why, sometimes I still wonder why I want to live, she is dead - my heart is dead too.
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