The sky is not clear anymore as if it lacks a friend. It seems it's expressing the feeling that I can not stand it anymore.The
weather has nothing to do with personal things,but I don't know why it seems the weather is trying to remind me something as though a plot is going on. Who knows what the destiny is trying to tell us? Therefore, we don't really know even though we try to know, wanting to see if we're any better. The gray-blue sky is shining to the ground.People are walking on the street aimlessly. It can't be expected that this kind of gray color gives those who sit in the corner some kind of understanding. Having been waiting for one's
lover who's always late somehow is disappointing . Looking at these lovers here talking sweetly to each other makes me wonder where is the person who I'm waiting for. This is not that kind of time to forget to meet.This is not the time to be
lonely. Lovers always explain the present impossibility by talking about the future,but yet it's becoming possible because of this . You always expect something to happen before it really happens. However, you have to face those disappointing moments one time after another.If you are really careful, the one who stands by you may be the one you love. But because of this, people tend to think about the part that you feel it's not you. The time you spend on waiting for your lover seems really short. But for those who have no lovers, time seems to be always rushing them. The monent your loved one is not there, can't be described by a mere word,' lonely'. It's not easy to imagine others who have a lover beside them. All of a sudden, the street doesn't look that lonely because of me being alone.Instead, it looks more like being drunk in this cup of milk, and in all your caring for me. But when has love become ugly?Everytime you show up, time seems to slow down, and I would be wanting to meet you desparetely. You are the one who wants to and is willing to see me.And I am also curious about your facial expression. Is it still the same? I laughed. In all these crazy talks in this irrevalent world, it's too far from reality if i hide , isn't it? Our meeting again have this long time reminds us all the stories between us. Since when did all this gray-like color start to look dull and boring? It's just like I don't even know myself. This cup of milk tea is like projecting my own past---- when did I start to know this man? It's hard to know anymore. The color from outside the window looks like a broken light. The neon light that shines replaces the easiness this afternoon. No one really cares about me at this moment, and I realized that I myself am an object that this world relies on. When you are lonely, someone else also feels it.