Late night, casual

The cold air seems to want to freeze the whole world, but it cannot hold people in a rush; the people in a rush, for a certain purpose (either passive or active ), walking in the cold air in a hurry; Looking Forward eyes, tired expressions; sometimes, even their smiles no longer make sense, it seems that they are reluctant to live, but it seems that this is the only thing they can live happily !. I really want to ask people in a hurry: Are you tired? I seem to have heard a voice that does not contain any emotional or angry voice: "tired, what is it like ?". As a stray person, I should not care about these irrelevant issues, but I do not know when I will integrate into this group! Get up early for a target that you do not know whether there is hope or not, until you become numb and no longer know the meaning of your struggle. In this cold night, the joint pain makes me unable to stand up, and only the joint pain makes me feel alive; happiness? What is it? Where? Why haven't you heard me? Are I not paying enough? Or do you not belong to me?

I keep thinking about the end, but keep continuing; I always want to get it, but it is always out of reach. If you do not want to keep your promise, the reality is too realistic. If you do not want to be happy, happiness does not belong to you. If you do not want to be happy, you cannot find the reason for happiness!

Cold night, a person's room, a person's world, joint pain, really good pain, pain is very real, real feeling! Oh, I am still alive !!