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Empty room, white walls, a slow song. I sat in front of the window, quietly, alone. Suddenly the wind came outside the window, and I heard the trees crying in the wind, whirring, sad and lonely.

A person silently collected his luggage, and then left silently.

How much do I leave and how much will I take with me? I do not know.

My way, I walk on my own.

Leaving was the best option, no one said let me stay, so I was left alone.

Now I know that it turns out that a person can really be lonely.

Where do I go? I've thought about it, but no one knows.

My eyes are starting to blur, and I'm still dazed in front of me, but even if I get lost, I'll keep walking.

I will pay the debt. With this responsibility on my back, I can't shirk it. I'm tired, but I'm still strong. No big deal. I know, I can understand, open my eyes, I hope there will be a new beginning.

Maybe it really doesn't belong to me here.

I'm gone, who prays for me?

When I woke up from a dream, I had less words and more calm.

How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams? Who picks up the falling petals for me? A drop in the ocean, I went to find my dreams myself.

Who leaves, who waits. Looking back, my heart hurts, faintly, like ants, tearing at my heart.

Oh, nonsense, who would believe it?

Leave silently, who will show me the way?

Just drifting around, displaced, and then, all the way north, without looking back.

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Wandering, sea of people.

I hope that the bus to school will always be on the way to school, instead of arriving at the station in a hurry when I am almost a few minutes late. Then I can sit quietly and calmly in the last row of seats and look at the text messages you once sent me, so that I can have time to remember the moments of our time, and then quietly watch the people come and go outside the window. I'm wondering if you were just walking through the sea of people at that time, busy with life

Then, when the car arrived, I watched the people around me leave their seats one by one and speed up towards their destination. Late children must speed up their pace, but I don't like to look at my own hurried shadow, so I use the distance of one step to measure the road under my feet, never changing, as if each step can leave a deep foot socket on the ground, and then go into the next deep pool, perseverance and perseverance. In this way, I measure the road under my feet, the road of life, the road of the future

When the morning sun sprinkles at his feet, when the setting sun brushes over the young man's shoulders, it outlines a broad shadow on the ground, delicate and angular. Maybe somewhere in the world, believe me, you'll see one of these boys walking by you. Even you don't have a wrapper to see his face clearly, he is so ordinary, ordinary, so ordinary that he has no eyes, no back