I am no longer a teenager
The night is bleak, and what is desolate is life; what is desolate is youth; what is desolate is like a dream, and what is desolate is love. The long and long youth belongs to others; the floating life is our own. ——Inscription/Lone Star Chasing Moon The wind outside the window tore wantonly, it has been tearing for many nights, there is no intention to stop, sobbing to swallow everything, the vehicles on the distant highway always galloping in the night However, the dust was lifted up in all directions and followed away, like our dreams when we were young, so vulnerable, fragmented in the torrent of the world, scattered all over the place. Souls waking up from nightmares are always unable to sleep peacefully anymore. At this moment, at two o'clock in the morning, the wind is raging, and the ghosts are at their extreme. The night outside the window was gleaming, and the howling wind "whipped" everything in the night for a long time, reverberating in the valley like a ghost, the doors and windows creaked...This night, I was destined to lose sleep and listen to the ghostly wind and loneliness outside the window. Associate. The gloomy wind outside the window tore the night, making people uneasy, as the same electric current stimulated my mind to be especially clear. In such a violent air, my heart was ups and downs, as if it was also torn apart, and it was easy to be sentimental for many things at first. I suddenly thought of yesterday, of those flying times, of us without any emotion, of us who were young and lingering in the sun yesterday,