I don’t know when it started. A story, a song, and a scenery can make me think about it for a long time, but it can also make me unable to let go. How I hope someone will coax someone to accompany me and see the scenery in this world with me. I also prayed sincerely in front of the Buddha and kowtowed with hope, but the Buddha never responded to me.
I looked up at the prosperity in the distance, the lights were so bright, and the world of others was so happy, but I could only lick my scars alone in the corner where no one was. You always say that I am always so lonely and unwilling to integrate into other people's world, but you still remember that I am also trying to change, but I am introverted, not good at talking, and interacting with others. I am always cautious and afraid of being right Others have misunderstandings and troubles.
I also want to imitate others, get drunk, forget everything, and cry, let the tears take away the sorrow. I also try to get drunk, but I still can't forget, I want to cry, but I'm too sad. Difficult to hold on to yourself.
Looking back thousands of times, but no one can listen to my confession, nor can anyone give me comfort, even if it is a little companionship. All the sadness, countless sorrows, and endless pain can only be endured by oneself. Even if you are covered in bruises, you can only be buried in the depths of your heart.
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