I saw the glass falling piece by piece.
The cold wind blew in.
The ceiling is spinning.
I think I'm going to sink in.
But there is a powerful force pulling my spine on my back.
I want to break free.
I want to cry.
But my throat seems to be blocked by a foreign body.
Want to cry without tears.
Swallow, like the wailing of the wind outside the window.
I can only cough desperately.
The rest of the power.
Finally, the tears came down.
It flows down my cheeks to my ears.
Wet a big bed.
The wind blew in bursts.
Scrape it on my face
Air-dried tears are like two long and narrow wounds.
Blood red
The heartbreaking pain numbed my nerves.
I am like a ghost, at the mercy of the wind.
So I stayed up all night.
Be in pain