The wind is gentle and the island is quiet. ...
Standing on an isolated island, I looked at the vast sea of people, within reach and out of reach. A sea of people, so moving, so lively, can not be completely quiet for a moment. It seems boring to hear the chirp every minute, but I hope to blend in with them and become one of them. The fate of an isolated island doomed me to be lonely, lonely and lonely all my life. ...
I was eager for excitement, so I fled the island. Even at the cost of losing an eye, I still go forward without hesitation. I naively thought that as long as I fled the island, I could get out of loneliness and live a colorful life that I had been longing for for for a long time …
But the reality is always cruel …
When I walked into the crowd, I opened my only eye. I wanted to see colorful things, including people. I prefer to talk to those people, but as long as I get close to them, they will run away, just like I do to an island.
I didn't care at first, because there were so many things that made me curious. Slowly, my curiosity faded. I found that loneliness attacked me again. So far, I haven't really talked to the so-called people, but others have been calling me crazy, cyclops and so on.
Although on the surface, I don't care, but my lonely heart is sad at the touch ... The so-called "awesome words". Finally, I fled back to the island, and I lost another eye …
The wind is still gentle, the island is still quiet, I feel the island with my heart, and loneliness becomes wonderful music …
Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness … I whispered that a drop of salty water was dripping from the corner of my eye …