Many people with high tacit understanding in life have disappeared unknowingly.
We have always cared about loneliness, constantly talking to people and constantly passing by.
Fear of being empty in your life, but also afraid of standing in an unknown environment.
She was reading fairy tales alone in a warm room, half and half of light and shadow.
Such a sloppy life, suddenly want to quickly rush to the years of being alone.
After running around happily, when I think of the lonely space I will face, I feel inexplicably fearful.
I miss the old days, walking those scattered streets, not talking or looking around. It's just a number of small steps and enjoyment of a person's time.
How wonderful it would be if there was a self in another world at this time.
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