Poetry: We are on the same road.

Once, once, one night, I felt lonely because of inexplicable peace. There is no more noise during the day, no more laughter from the crowd, only one person can hear his heartbeat and keep beating the wounds of memory. When I got up and saw that the clock around me had passed yesterday's boundary, I suddenly felt very lonely in my heart and who to talk to. Perhaps at this time, the ceiling above the head became the only object to tell. After a long time, I will always find myself labeled with countless lonely labels, and I can no longer accept your talk. Then you will be like a child who has lost his beloved toy, desperately looking for a substitute, a real substitute who can talk to you about your joys and sorrows. At this point, finally, I embarked on this road of love. what is love ? Many people are asking. Perhaps, no one knows the real answer, because everyone's loneliness is different, and everyone's limits are different. And when one day, the lonely crystal is broken everywhere, spreading everywhere and out of control. You need a bottle to take them back. This bottle is love. Therefore, love is necessary. There is no bottomless container, but there are countless loneliness. After a long time, the bottle is slowly filled with past lives's loneliness, and it will be overwhelmed, out of your control, and fragmented again. You need a bigger bottle to hold it. So, love is a cycle. As I said just now, loneliness is boundless. One day, it will be bigger than the sky, the earth and everything in the world. Only one container can hold it at this time. So, love is the whole world. And the person who entrusts this love is your last partner. That is, someone worthy of your life. This is a road of no return. We are all looking for the container that contains our loneliness and helplessness all over the world. However, some people are lucky enough to find it and stay together until death do us part. And most people are still actively pursuing this road. Has anyone given up? Of course, those people are now either playing chess with death underground, or giving haircuts to monks [nuns], amplifying loneliness with bells and Buddhist scriptures, and finally dying of paralysis. I don't need to tell you the regret he felt when he closed his eyes. Walking on this road of love, I am destined to look for it alone. If you are satisfied and happy when you stop, what you lose is the waiting of the whole world. I believe there is always someone waiting for you at the corner of a certain intersection. As long as you have the courage to go on. We are all on the way to find love. Open your eyes, don't miss the once-in-a-lifetime happiness, reach out your hands, and don't be stingy to give him/her a welcome hug. Pad your toes so that people waiting can easily find you. This road may take a long time, even if there is no day in the world, that person will not give up on you, because love will not. Because love is eternal.