At this day, I can see the sky of starlights, but I saw the pollution air that was condensed under the light, and the flavor of the leaves were permeated everywhere.
I escaped the suffocating place, quickly walk in the street, I want to find the air that can make me breathe. The streets that were covered by a smoke were very dim, let me think of the night of power outage, a paint around, I am a deep shallow step in this street, I don't know the fear of the road to swallow my last silk. Discern. Suddenly there is a strange thought: I will never walk this dark street. After returning home, I opened all the lights in my family. I thought, my eyes need bright, just like I need oxygen.
The same action on the street, the same man, the same expression makes me feel that I am the only thing in this world, which makes me feel afraid, feel lonely, although sometimes loneliness is a kind of enjoyment, but I feel big Most of the time is endure. So I am used to moving TV, although I don't look at it until I sleep, it is still with me, I think, I just want to hear the voice of people. At this time, I understood why some people have a separation of each other but they have to be together every day. Many times people just need to have a companion, thinking - will you talk? People are a very poor creature.
