The sky says that it is dark, there are fewer and fewer people on the streets, I have not been afraid of black since I was a child, I just feel cold, the winter in the north is so long, and the spring can not melt the biting cold wind!
I still have to walk for a long time, a person in the sparsely populated street, running out of the air, I originally wanted to be quiet, I did not want anyone to come to me, I just wanted to be quiet, ask myself where I want to go?
There are also people firing cannons, do not feel lively, just feel inexplicable want to cry, people always have a depressed mood, this time I do not want to blame anyone, is my own bad temper, is my pessimism, but also I do not measure, small heart, love to calculate, are me!
But I am very tired, want to escape this anti-lock life, every day in boring work, pretending to laugh, going home to deal with relatives, or pretending to be patient, there is no moment of ease, you see the child sleeps, quiet, I am sleepy.
So I want to be quiet, when I was studying before, I thought that when I grew up, I would go to many places, big Paris, small Lijiang, and I liked to live there for a while, and then I started again. Now I am really big, but I have inexplicably lived like the most undesirable mother when I was a child, and I was so timid.
I walked for a long time, stupid, the traffic on the road was endless, what about the people inside? Are they each pregnant with a ghost fetus? Who can anyone believe?
I walked slowly towards home, very slowly, people always have to be strong, winter will pass, everything will be fine, love yourself is never too late!
