I don't want to go anymore.

I don't want to go anymore.

I remember telling you in the past that life always begins to cry and ends in the tears of others. You asked me what I meant.

We don't even know the tears. In my heart, tears are like a spring, unconsciously, after a silly smile. Most of the time, tears flow, but still smile.

Many times, they want to leave the cold city with high-rise buildings and the malformed city with high-speed development. Where to go? I don't know, maybe I just want to escape it. To the north, or to the south? Just want to go, leave the noisy city, leave all about the past, and go to a quiet place. You said you were stupid, but you didn't have the courage. Why not.

On days of broken dreams, I don't know how to breathe. Occasionally think of, occasionally unconsciously tears flow. Every time, every casual and ordinary greeting is sad for a long time. It is true, but it hurts.

Most of the time, I have to say that it is just a kind of sorrow. It is the cry of grief.

It's been a long time, and it's been a long time. Hurt, hurt, wake up, understand. I don't want to leave. Live again with great vigor, and love again. It is decided that we will leave in the near future, with a happy smile. Or maybe it hurts and is happy.