There is me in the wind

There is me in the wind

 

Walking in the dark street, let the cold winter wind blow your ugly face, the heart is very imaginary thoughts in the wild to play freely. Tonight's empty streets only let me walk alone, and even more chilling.

 

After many ups and downs, I tried what people said in the world, and tried my best to draw a pair of paddles to connect to the ideal shore. However, many networks blocked the square direction of the channel. When I think of the past, sometimes I really want to find a place where no one is waiting for tears, but I do not dare. Is it hypocritical?

There have been many stories in the world, and many of them will not feel sad. However, some stories have made me lose my proper elegance and clearly feel that I am very small, and the world is very big. So far, I cannot find a confidant, sometimes there are cheerful and unrestrained scenes, but in the past, the scenes with a taste often touched my very naive heart, sometimes really want to learn others to shout: Long live understanding! But when you calm down, you can only understand this understanding. If you don't understand others first, can others understand you? As a philosopher said, "Your behavior is a mold that others treat you ." I have always put this as my motto to treat others, but the rewards are chilling.

I want to speed up the pace to keep up with the pace of the times, but how can I do my best to express myself, the soul of inferiority is still lingering

In my body, I sigh that I am incompetent and stupid, and I am more jealous of my bad experiences. Otherwise, I may not feel like this.

The cold night wind is still spreading her touching story, and what about me?