On sunny days, they are eager to stretch their bodies, enjoy the sunshine like other life, and long for their own shadows to get together with others' shadows. But the sun goes straight through them, without warmth or shadow.
On rainy days when the clouds are low and the wind is urgent, they are eager to share a sheltered place with other lives, and they are eager for someone to pass a dry towel after being cold and wet. But they were submerged in the rain, and others only saw a pool of water on the ground.
They pass by the window-although the doll models can't move, others can see their posture and appearance. Lonely life is standing there, beside people, but never noticed.
They walked the streets-beggars tried their best, but passers-by refused to give alms. Lonely life is willing to give everything without asking for anything in return, but no one really accepts it.
They can wipe away tears for others, but others can't see their crying;
They can listen to others, but others can't hear their sighs;
They can feel the joys and sorrows of others, but others don't know that they also have feelings.
Lonely life and others are old and sick at the same time, but no one cares about their feelings;
They create and cultivate in the same air as others, but no one pays attention to their lives.
They had to sit alone on the roadside flower stand, watching people come and go, wandering in the noisy neon night, waiting for dawn.
Some lives are doomed to be lonely because they are transparent.