In the summer when I was 18 years old, the cicadas were making an annoying noise. The shadow of failure in the high school entrance examination has not yet dissipated, and the relationship has hit a wall one after another. I was like a puppet held by fate in the palm of my hand. I struggled again and again and was pulled back to the starting point again and again.
Once, she was my childhood sweetheart, and the agreement we carved under the peach tree was still clearly visible. But now she is a stranger to me, and even making eye contact when we pass each other has become a luxury. Later, I met a girl who I fell in love with at first sight. I wanted to get closer with joy, but I was as clumsy as a child. In the end, I could only watch her back fade away.
In those darkest days, there are still people who light up my life like the sun and give me warmth and hope. But I don't know when, that beam of light gradually dimmed until it went out, leaving me wandering in the endless night. There was once someone who regarded me as a person of faith, and her whole heart and eyes were filled with my presence, but in the end, she also exhausted all her enthusiasm and gave up on me completely.
One blow after another made me exhausted. I have tried to give up on myself and sink in confusion; I have also tried to persevere and try to grasp a glimmer of hope. But now, I am really tired, so tired that I don't know how to face this life full of holes, and I don't know where to go.
Purpose: Pure love, healing
