Too often, I always hide alone in the cold moonlit night, longing for someone to talk to me, warm me with love, and hold my hand together. Because I am really tired, very tired, very tired. Although I told myself again and again, I have long been used to this. Because I never want to show my wounds to others, even if they are bloody, I am used to licking them by myself silently. Perhaps, my destiny is to wander with the changing seasons, and no one will accompany me on the wandering journey. A person is lonely, a person is lonely, a person is hurt, and a person is in pain!
