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The faint clouds dimmed the starlight, while the gentle
breeze quieted the chaos between heaven and earth. Leaves covered the
winding paths, with occasional car horns failing to wake up the sleepy
passersby.
A shooting star fell perfectly on the far horizon, following the afterglow
of the sunset. The night was still as lonely, lacking the company of the
twinkling stars, and devoid of romance.
Under the thousand-year-old tree, a dazed young man leaned on it, watching
leaves flutter past his eyes, and smelling the fragrant scent of alcohol. He
smiled, lost in thought, unsure of what he gained or lost.
How many could be infatuated with the freedom of solitude? How many could
retain a peaceful mind? How many could see through the blurry illusions?
It's better to sit under the tree and enjoy the intriguing night sky.
After setbacks, humans are left with disappointment. No one is there to
offer help, and people only see the indifference of the youth, their
confusion and helplessness. Who could understand? People only see the talent
of the youth, their loneliness and desolation. Who could understand? People
only see the immaturity of the youth, their anguish and hatred. Who could
understand?
People twisted the young man's mind, but the night soothed his injured soul.
People were biased against the young man's thoughts, but the night listened
to his heart. The young man drank a lot and got drunk. The night sky
listened to his words and also got drunk. The night has been accompanying
lonely souls, giving them tears after being hurt, and healing them after
being wounded.
As dawn approached, the young man's drunkenness was swept away by the
breeze. He touched the soul of the night, waved goodbye to the still-drunk
night, and left.
The sunlight dispersed the darkness, warmed the earth, and the tearful young
man moistened the withered earth. The chirping of birds and the sharp noise
of passersby filled the air, heading towards the distance.
The young man looked up at the sky, hoping to see the quiet stars.
A new day repeated yesterday, and the noisy world rejected the lonely child.
In the only corner, glistening tears awaited the arrival of the night. |
