You fool! There is no perfection in life
又回到深夜难眠的时刻了。心中说不出得狂乱。原本不想再写什么心情活动的，原本以为解脱的曙光就在前方的，原本删了又补补了又删的，又在这一刻如飞沙落石般从各个角度袭击过来。
My life needs an exit, which leads to fresh air, flees old memories and newly forms myself, my dreams. But currently, I am totally trapped - wounds still haven't been fully recovered, recollection that should have decayed without trace is still tortuting everyday when I am awaken. The feeling is so strong that seems like all happened just in yesterday.
Clearly knowing in my heart, there is no where to escape, as we humans are not able to escape from time - the essential element of what forms life. We are just dwelled in it, surrended and covered by it.
Time is straight line and a one way path, which means yesterday can't be remade, all the creatures have to move aloneside this path, forward without any turning back. But what's bothering me? I keep asking myself this question but never recalling a content answer.
Writing sometimes make myself sufferd more, because I have to go very deep into my heart to seek every conner and every emotion hidden there. The majority are what I try to forget, but they are true feelings and things of forming me up. It is worthing the pain, for I directly talk to my own soul and discover myself from different angles. Burden shall be eased a little after that.
不知不觉又那么晚了。可能是累了吧，只想快点躺床上睡觉。
My life needs an exit, which leads to fresh air, flees old memories and newly forms myself, my dreams. But currently, I am totally trapped - wounds still haven't been fully recovered, recollection that should have decayed without trace is still tortuting everyday when I am awaken. The feeling is so strong that seems like all happened just in yesterday.
Clearly knowing in my heart, there is no where to escape, as we humans are not able to escape from time - the essential element of what forms life. We are just dwelled in it, surrended and covered by it.
Time is straight line and a one way path, which means yesterday can't be remade, all the creatures have to move aloneside this path, forward without any turning back. But what's bothering me? I keep asking myself this question but never recalling a content answer.
Writing sometimes make myself sufferd more, because I have to go very deep into my heart to seek every conner and every emotion hidden there. The majority are what I try to forget, but they are true feelings and things of forming me up. It is worthing the pain, for I directly talk to my own soul and discover myself from different angles. Burden shall be eased a little after that.
不知不觉又那么晚了。可能是累了吧，只想快点躺床上睡觉。
