Drunk Alone

Indulging in your own world alone, walking alone on your own road of life. Get drunk alone, cry alone, run alone, sink the wheel alone. If you're drunk, don't wake up. He arrogantly said to him: "She is in my hand and cannot escape. I am in her heart. Can she dig me out?" He asked her in grief: "Why? You can't love me. I am the one who has always loved you." She wanted to forget him, but she really couldn't bear the pain of picking at his bones. She smiled and asked: "Love me, do you know what love is? If you don't love me, you love yourself." Drunk alone on the street, I don't want to go back. The tenderness of the past is like a sharp knife, and the knives are all falling in my heart. The tenderness of the past is a false phantom, which cannot be touched. Tears are bitter medicine for venting, flowing on the cheeks, and the drops are blood, each one is heartbreaking. It is so difficult to breathe. What happened to this world? My world is gone. I don't want to leave, I don't want to lose. If someone tells me that love is so painful, I won't love, no.