The Night When the Soul Escapes

The world is originally either black or white. Oaths cannot be changed and time cannot be repeated. The pure whiteness left quietly at midnight when I was seventeen years old. The darkness came too quickly, and there was no time to sigh and say BYE BYE to the rainy season that passed quietly! Overflowing desire instantly flooded the quiet sea. The crumbling soul keeps running away, and the lonely corner of the eye indicates the "trafficking" of the body. The moment the fireworks bloomed, the bright light filled the empty heart, and the scattered eyelashes fluttered everywhere, just like the fallen leaves, which seemed to be flying but kept falling. Passion is like a flame, which is eventually extinguished by the wind. On the night when the soul runs away, will there be the sound of falling tears that hits countless sleeping hearts? The decadence of seventeen, the bleakness of twenty, the loneliness of twenty-five. A growth experience of lust, a feeling of struggle between true love and desire. After the wasting years have passed, can you still find the soul that ran away?