Loneliness, Loneliness, Loneliness

Lonely and lonely, I regretted my poems and songs for half my life. When you read it, you will be filled with emotions; when you write it, you will be filled with nonsense; Think about it, the world is hot and cold; be quiet, life is unpredictable. It was both a whim and a sentiment. In a noisy world, I might as well stop here and take a look at my past and present.