Loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment

Loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment. The gloom of the night is such a thick atmosphere that wraps me tightly, and the sad music is clearly injected into my ears. The sky is so pure, so pure that no one can get close to it or touch it.

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Loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment. The gloom of the night is such a thick atmosphere that wraps me tightly, and the sad music is clearly injected into my ears. The sky is so pure, so pure that no one can get close to it or touch it.

The fleeting thoughts, looming and piercing heartache, seem so fragile. Love is indeed a stupid thing. Even though it fades gradually with the passage of time, the scar becomes more painful. Struggling in endless thoughts, pretending a fatal puzzlement, it's okay if you don't think about it. Once you think about it, you always feel empty, as if you are always rejected by God, as if the god of love has never really come.

Maybe! Life is inherently full of ups and downs. Living in the world and the hustle and bustle of the city often makes people forget themselves and the promises they made, leaving only worldly busyness and joy.