Come back, life is still the same, busy.
When I woke up at three o'clock in the night, the window was silent and dark, dead-like silence, and the water hit the ground drop by drop, becoming the only sound at this moment in the night. The sound of flushing the toilet next door breaks this tranquility. For a moment, it returned to its original condition and only the sound of water droplets could be heard. Through my eardrums, to the place of the heart, there was some pain.
Nights like this are lonely. In the southern city of Autumn in October, the air is still filled with warm breath, but the small city in the heart is cold! But on this warm night, I felt a slight chill.
Insomnia again.
Persistent insomnia stayed "for a moment" and then came like a nightmare.
In fact, I don't like the feeling of waking up suddenly in the middle of the night, the night is like floating on the surface of the uninhabited sea, the sea is cold, a piece of driftwood, is all you rely on. I wrapped the quilt tightly and suffered in a state of heat and cold.
I think I am sick, but I never want to mention to my relatives, physical pain is nothing, senseless worry about nagging words, understand that kind of heartfelt concern, but can not bear, the heart will be inexplicably annoyed. Would rather yourself be quietly in pain.
Tossing and turning...
Such a night can make people feel vulnerable. Habitual loneliness comes over you. The warmth of a moment of warm affection, but the heart is empty.
My sadness and joy fermented and continued at the same time, and my emotions penetrated deep into the bone marrow. She was a little sad, strong and fragile inside.
Unable to sleep again.
Suddenly I wanted to listen to the shadow in that song in some songs, something deep in the soul, a lost fantasy.
The beautiful melody accompanied by the warm and sad bass pouring out like a stream of water woke my ears, the soul was trembling, the warmth of that moment.
Over and over twice... Familiar voices, hope in the heart.
That's where the heart is going to go. Just as at this moment everything in the world stops, only the sound of the heart beating.
Memories emerge like a tidal wave, falling into the abyss at this time on this night. Standing here and looking out, there seems to be a meter of sunlight. That's the remnants of broken hope.
So close, so far...
There are many people who cannot express what is in their hearts, understand, but have no way of expressing it, who cannot do anything about it, who can only sink in the darkness, or look for it in some place.
Some people can send it into text or simply or euphemistically or truthfully, or hypocritically...
I said: A lot of stories have their endings before they start. That is man's destiny, and people can never get out of their original sin.
Simple words of true emotion can see that kind of forbearance, the slight pain of the heart sinks day by day.
She had tried to learn to forget, and at that moment, she thought she wouldn't have any more pain to turn around, that he was finally gone.
A love affair with no remorse, full devotion, leaving, the heart begins to withdraw, the brink of collapse. But still smiling. The eyes reveal stubbornness that is the heart of forbearance.
Hope to love hard look forward to being loved by hard work. Then look forward to the next love.
She said: "I hate cheating, it will kill me."
With a stoic heart in their own demarcated boundaries, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, happy or unhappy are themselves, the boundaries are here, the heart is here, will not stretch out their hands, even if the outside is full of sunshine. But she painted herself a prison.
Understanding this thought, she stood there quietly, like a shadow in a dream, the emotion revealed in her eyes, a resolute and painful sadness.
Her voice crossed the sky, the boundless wilderness.
Mimi, I have a cold, want to cry, I don't know, my heart is so blocked. So, at that moment, my heart was instantly withdrawn.
I said: You are a woman who makes people feel pain in their hearts.
She called me: Pig Rice.
The sun passes through the clouds, illuminating the places deep in the soul through the light that comes, and the joy of the heart comes in this instant.
We talked more. Understand each other.
She said: Let me make trouble, tired, there will be a quiet day.
She said: Pig Rice, don't change your mind, don't bother me, don't ignore me, don't be depressed anymore, don't think about it anymore.
She said: I just want to be so domineering.
Knowing the pain in her heart, she could only stand in the distance and look.
Why would such a kind woman have these pains? Happiness is what she should have. I was a little inexplicably angry, I looked at the gray sky, and my heart cried silently: If there is light, I hope I am your light.