I began to live more and more realistically.
Always quiet: When a complex called missing thoughts and mixed with sadness suddenly strikes, we begin to learn to ferment memories into a string of sad colored bubbles, and then leave a line of tears on a sunny day. Like we agreed, I always live somewhere, quietly waiting for you...
I wanted to settle down: ease, a kind of light-hearted slow intrusion, little by little, seeping into the heart. Melancholy, a kind of poetic poverty, unclear, vaguely elicits the sorrows in my mind. Therefore, we should become strong, calm and fearless because we are no longer young...
Growing up: We are always haunted by previous sorrows, previous tribulations, former pains. It is this experience that forges our strength. So we learned to endure and endure, and then we began to become more and more mature, until finally we returned to happiness, like a ripe tomato being stepped on, revealing a disgusting bright red...
Born Happy: Depression is like a ghost lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity. When vigilance is accompanied by vigilance and rest, a touch of bright red fades and gradually loses vitality, and the black butterfly devours flesh and blood, leaving only Sensen white bones, cleared by ants.
Live a pure life: Maybe, should I change my mind? No longer that kind of weakness that goes with the flow, that kind of indulgence in luxury, that kind of groping, that kind of useless silence, that kind of walking dead life, be a pure self, meet this new me with the purest heart every day, and then look for the original dream in the corner that has been moldy...