Distance is not just a word, but rather a faded and poignant
memory along an incomplete journey. It's like she walked past me, leaving
faint footprints in my heart, even though every step was silent.
During the gorgeous daytime, she is a proud princess on the stage; during
the lonely night, she is a quiet elf in the corner.
During the day, the colors are bright and she dances with pride on the
stage, never understanding loneliness and solitude. Everyone is an audience
member of this dance, and they all praise her. She brings not only vitality
but also warmth to the earth.
At night, it is so dark and so lonely. She gently touches the sleeping
people, giving them sweet dreams. She only understands selflessness, and her
efforts are not applauded by an audience, but she doesn't mind loneliness.
When she sees the sweet faces of people before she leaves, she feels so
happy.
But she envies the daytime, envies its proud dancing. Every time she sees
the gorgeous silhouette of the daytime, her heart feels sour. But she knows
that they are twelve hours apart, and the daytime will never understand the
darkness of the night.
The road at night seems to be an incomplete journey, and it seems that
excitement does not belong to this quiet path. Laughter does not belong to
this lonely world. This kind of night is dark and sad, deep and lonely. No
one will understand such a dark and quiet mood, especially during the day,
they will never understand.
She silently follows the silhouette of the daytime, silently feeling sad,
silently caressing the sleeping people, and silently giving out every sweet
dream. She also silently leaves and then silently returns.
She wants to have the brightness and warmth of the daytime, but she is so
far away from it. For the first time, she cried quietly. The bright and
crystal-clear tears crossed the sky, and at that moment, it was so gorgeous.
It turned out that the night could also be so beautiful.
The night is still so dark, a peaceful girl who will never envy the proud
princess. Although everything remains the same, including the distance
between her and the daytime, she has already understood the happiness of the
night.
Every step that the daytime takes is silent, and that kind of distance is a
forever faded and poignant memory in the night. Although the daytime still
doesn't understand the darkness of the night. |