How many nights have I been scarred by it, and every time I think of it, my heart feels like a knife, and it hurts like countless needles inserted into the blood vessels. I long for time to stay, even if it is a one-second pause, no longer think about it, no longer be tortured, no longer think of that painful memory. Time is like a tortoise climbing uphill, being tortured every second. I long for a heartbroken grass so that I will no longer be trapped by love in this life. I wake up in helplessness and fall asleep unwillingly, day after day, year after year.
During the long night, I listened silently to my heart's confession, and my soul wandered on the earth. I never thought about the next landing place, and I was still so confused. I only feared that the polar bear had never been so lonely and lost. I don't know if it's the golden autumn or the cold ice in the thousand-year cave, or maybe it's because my heart has long been hollowed out and there is no warmth at all. Is it lonely? Is it loneliness? Still lonely! Never known.
Intention: When we are young, we don't understand many things, and some things may change our lives if we do them wrong.