Thoughts, in the depths of the night

Missing, in the deep night, filling the helplessness of the night with thoughts, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you.

If one day that's the case, I'd rather believe that one thing can be done.

There is no right or wrong in this world, and there is no desire to lose or be right.

The time of right and wrong, it is impossible to make up for right and wrong. As my friends around me said, that mood can't be changed. Maybe such a person does not have to grieve for those unforgettable things, nor will he be bitter. Such people are my beloved sisters.

My mom and dad went, with countless tears, with tears running with me to the distant world. That day, I left them and went back, as long as Mom and Dad were still there, that was enough. Enough is enough.

With that illusory glory, hypocrisy, and yearning for dreams, they embarked on the road home. Because, that's a dream. It was a yearning, I dare not imagine. However, for the sake of their dreams, they can take care of me more.

Some people say that there is a road ahead, and it is necessary to go down the river. So I told my dad about the past. That way of life, I heard what I wanted to hear, and at that time, I didn't know what to say. However, there is a feeling of powerlessness.

Because I understand that the road I have traveled is soaked with tears and unbearable. That indescribable suffering.