Black heart

[ Guide ]: I’ve always wanted to keep a true and faithful feeling for myself, but walking only to find that love is like holding the right hand in the left hand, which is a very natural and unavoidable thing. I think I’ve made a big fear of feeling: being too importuned.   Wandering on the edge of the city, prostrating at the end of the hot sun, only feeling that life is hopelessly lifeless. I can’t grasp the steering wheel of fate, so that I fall into a man’s arms and don’t want to wake up. I drift with the current in the city’s shallowest layer, so that I can’t get close to the periphery of the crowd sadly. There is no pity, no suffering, only my own steps, so I have nothing to say.     I never thought I could love someone so humbly, but now love is still there, but I really don’t want to love any more. I’m still moved by the fact that color clothes have been sold for ten years with their thousand-year-old behavior of ” xianggong”, which may not be worth it, but as color clothes said, there is nothing worth it or not, only willing or unwilling to love or be loved, but now I don’t want to, so life can never be just like a poem, maybe life is very good, but without sorrow and helplessness, life still lacks aura, so I hit the road with pain and regret..     I’ve always wanted to keep a true and faithful feeling for myself, but walking only to find that love is like holding the right hand in the left hand, which is a very natural and unavoidable thing. I think I’ve made a big fear of feeling too hard. But … Did I care too much about it? Love, isn’t it? Perhaps it is: My heart is circling in your heart, turning thousands of times for your family, but your heart is not like a concubine’s heart, and I don’t know where it is wandering around.?     Should I regard this feeling as a kind of sorrow or a life course, but the pain in my heart was so clear and tore my heart apart. I often think that love is my own thing. Why should I ask so much, but I can’t control myself. I think that I am still alone with love or without love, and my heart is very sad. If I don’t throw away love, I will go on my own way..     My friend said: A person like you will not be able to persuade me to be confused in the emotional world for a long time unless he finds a person who is too tolerant.. I can’t help but be wooden. Is it true that I am too strict with my feelings? Although the facts also proved my mistake, I still don’t want to believe that I would rather convince myself with true love than believe in the changes in the world today..     I despise the boring and vulgar love in this world with immortal everyday, but I also envy acacia trees and yearn to hear a song’ phoenix seeking burn’, but the fading love makes me afraid to hold my head high and pursue persistently. I am like a pupa that can’t break cocoon and become a butterfly, hiding in the dark and don’t want to show up again, secretly peeking at everything in this world and wanting to see a glimmer of light..     Original work[ Responsible Editor: Men’s Tree ]