If at the most important moments of your life, the most joyous and most difficult moments,
you have passed by alone.
How sad it will be.
No one can hold your hand and hug you in your arms,
no one can help you dry the tears from the corners of your eyes to give a little support and comfort,
no one, just because you need to leave a space around you.
No matter how many people you meet,
no one will have you in the future.
Is it that you are only remembered when you are lonely when others need it.
Don't wait for you, don't worry about you, don't let you be sincere.
You are just a pastime and life adjustment for others.
It was you who treated each other like this at first.
It's just that if you feel tired that day, and
feel that your life is shrinking a little bit but you are still helpless,
then it is still not your home.
But where do you say you can stay?
Which place is completely yours.
Do you have a choice to do and do you have a future to give.
The lover's face changed in a blink of an eye, whether it is a game and the rules remain the same,
natural pastime can only be pastime, who is willing to lose his life for a stimulus.
Who is willing to lose his life for you? What are feelings, and what are feelings for you.
When I closed my eyes, I thought of losing in Tokyo, maybe this is more cruel.
I know the feeling of being on the road all the time.
Only the scenery outside the window seems to never end at night.
There is no place to rest at ease, no matter how many people come and go around, it will not be able to stay in an instant.
Before arriving, start to rethink the next destination.
Is it so? I have enjoyed such a journey a lot,
Taking pride in the passing scenery and busy shadows as needs, I
think that this kind of life is the freedom to seek.
I thought it would be better to put down everything in my backpack.
However, it was probably necessary to
find that it had been lost or had never owned that flat land when it was lonely and eager to stay .
"I heard people say that there is a kind of bird in this world that has no feet.
It can only fly and fly, and sleep in the wind when it gets tired.
This kind of bird can only get off the ground once in its life, and that time it died. time. "
there who wants to become a bird that you
and that alone, dragging the red suitcase
crouched in the corner chair motionless who looked out the window of
why she shed tears
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