"No one can save me, not even myself." Xia Xiang said calmly.
Probably because she saw the darkness of that moment, she would deny all the warmth. In fact, she remembered the disappointment at that moment and every dull pain after that. But if she wanted to repair herself, she had to let others believe that she was still the same person. However, every time the cold arrow of memory penetrated her heart, she recognized her unhappiness again and again. How could this be? Maybe she was pretending too well and no one knew. No one heard her desperate cry for help under her laughter. Even her eyes blocked her. At this point, she sank into a long night.
This is a meaningless story. It is just a microcosm of an extremely ordinary life. Is that past the past or the future? At least, at this moment, it does not seem to be the present.
Standing in the distance and looking at the scenery, looking at the brilliant, bright and unparalleled golden sunset and clouds in the sky, in fact, in Xia Xiang's eyes, it will always be covered with a thick black filter. She can only be deeply impressed by the river water. Looking back now She still couldn't let go of this place on the rooftop watching the sunset. Only she knew that she was so desperate at that time, no one could save her, not even her. It was as if she was completely submerged in the sea, suffocated, hopeless, but without the desire to break away, so she was trapped like this.
Now she was standing in the distance watching the sunset again, and finally she could see some warm scenes. She was walking alone on the road, and she no longer felt that her body was weighing a thousand pounds, making her breathless.
She really should have said sorry to him, really sorry, but at that time, she didn't want to do that.
Intention: growth