At three o'clock in the morning, there was no sleepiness. The wind at night disturbed my thoughts and recalled my memories. Without any trace, it lifted my scars. The slightest pain turned into wisps of branches floating with the wind, such as needles and stabs. Smoke smoked one by one in my hand, and wine was drunk one by one. I thought that smoke and wine together could make me drunk, I can muddle along without any aim, but I can not help but feel that the wine is bitter and bitter. I understand that wine is the beginning of my bitter taste and the end of my pain.
Then the silent night, in this quiet world, the dead silence makes me shiver. Maybe I have been numb here. At this moment, my heart is as fragile as glass, and the bitterness of the process may prove the current pain. Looking at the open window, there is a trace of bone penetrating coolness, and the moist air is fresh and even cold, On the night of May, there was such a cold momentum. At this time, I refused to get up and close the window to store some warmth. In my heart, I would rather really feel the slightly cold air, inhale into my lungs, and then cling to the dry and rough warm touch covering my body.
At midnight, it rained in the sky. I could only listen to sad music quietly, and my mind rolled like waves. After the absurdity of this life, I could no longer be a domineering me. Just because such days didn't give me a chance to breathe, I was timid. In my heart, I buried myself deeply in the desert, never saw any unbearable again, and shed my own tears, Spent a full face of paint, but it is gorgeous other people's vision. Standing in the corner, silently watching the route you have passed, shed tears. Those scars that can't be erased are as painful. Count the fall of tears, the footprints you have passed, and those silent wounds.
At the moment, the rain falls silently, as if this pain, silent pain, has ended everything now. Do I really want to let go? In the face of betrayal, in the face of these pale and powerless words, and in the face of my distant back, perhaps leaving is my most important decision, because I'm afraid. Although my heart is painful, it's better than perfunctory, better than those who have no words. Those pale and powerless words tell those silent scars. At this time, the words place sad feelings, but can't take away time and sad feelings, Those memories welcome and think, those memories surround the whole body, move back the body, move back, sadness is winding, the cool heart, how many words of love can there be?
When all the endings have been written and all the tears have set off, I suddenly forget what kind of start it is. I look up and look at the sky after the rain. It's still a touch of blue. In the dark night, there is a touch of pallor. That touch of pallor is so terrible that it makes people palpitating. I look at the leaves blowing down lonely by the wind and accelerating down like a lonely tear, I fell to the ground and was doomed from then on. I seemed to see the end of the world. Maybe, I lost and lost completely. I won the war. It made me scarred and afraid to love again. My nose suddenly felt sour. Memories were staged in my mind.
Tomorrow, I will still live my life as usual and choose silence as always. Although I am sad, I am always unwilling to change even if I bear it. At this time, I quietly embrace the night. Only the night can listen to me quietly. There are many things I can't figure out. Maybe I am the only one to go in the future. Now I am only willing to bear the torture it brings, Looking at the familiar corner, listening to the familiar melody, still single cycle, long time, melodious melody, seems to satirize this fragmented marriage.