Looking at the sunset glow on the horizon, my eyes are red, and my haggard eyes are red. ...
There is only a narrow horizon in the distance that my heart once yearned for, and you I love deeply are fading away with endless sadness.
Leaving me alone, licking my scars silently, staring sadly at the love line in my palm, getting shallower and shallower. ...
At dusk, it always gives people a faint injury.
I don't know when I began to like dusk, and liking dusk brought me an unadorned and straightforward sad taste. I can often let myself fall deeply into a world that belongs to myself and doesn't care about others, which is endless. ...
I just didn't expect the so-called happiness to be shattered in a short moment and slowly run aground in such an infinitely sad evening. ...
I haven't felt what it's like to be stranded for a long time, but when my heart is full of passion and I think that my two hearts are about to sail for eternal glory, they suddenly turn into a stagnant pool, without waves, only for an instant. ...
There are still ripples in the stagnant water, but what about the dead heart? When I feel unbearable pain, when I shed tears for your departure, who can see my inner pain? Just when the afterglow of the sunset fell on me at dusk, I could feel that it was cold except cold. ...
Who else will I cry for and who will I grieve for? Dusk is about to leave me, and the eternal night is about to sink me. ...
Deeply.
The taste of deep depression is inevitable as long as you have loved it.
Close your eyes, only tired …
Tired, feeling cold at night.
Really tired? Ask yourself gently. Yes, I'm really tired. Affirmative language.
I don't want to remember you when you left. I don't want to.
I don't want to pick up the happy years, that's all in the past.
I want to become indifferent gradually, before sunset. However, all efforts are in vain. In front of me, in my mind, in my heart, my favorite face keeps emerging. ...
Lit the last cigarette in his hand. Confused thoughts are still spreading.
Spread, in endless pain ...
Is the pain really endless? I'm spinning around in the pain of tearing, and I can't see the edge ...
What else can I see? Real happiness? A false lie? It seems that everything is too far away from me at the moment. ...
It seems that now, I can only say the last sentence helplessly: See you at dusk!