I don’t know if you have this kind of experience. You know that your heart has fallen apart, but you still have to pretend to be a breeze. cry.
When we were babies, we cried to attract the attention of others. When we grow up, we are used to hiding our tears, squeezing out a smile, and pretending to be peaceful.
After adulthood, I found a kind of tiredness. No one can say or understand.
Van Gogh wrote this sentence in the letter to Theo: "Everyone has a fire in their heart, and people who pass by can only see smoke."
br5 pbr0 There has never been a real empathy in this world, everyone is a lonely pedestrian.
I was worried and wanted to talk to someone, but found that no one could talk about it; no one could comfort me when I was wronged.
can only lick the wounds alone and endure all this in silence.
There are a thousand grievances hidden in my heart, and in the end I chose to pretend to be strong.
When I was young,I always hope to grow up quickly, without having to go to classes, and have endless snacks; when I grow up, I find that in the world of adults, one eats alone, sleeps alone, sadness is a person, and even happiness is a person.
Friends who were once so good to say nothing, now they have nothing to say; those who once said that they will never be separated will eventually return to the crowd.
Just like " Norwegian Forest" said: "The so-called growth is exactly what is going on, that is, people struggle with loneliness, are injured, lost, lost, but they want to live."
The bitterness we have suffered will be mixed with tears and experience, and become our strongest armor.
May you be able to walk through the wind and rain calmly and usher in a rainbow after the rain when no one can expect.
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