Loneliness in the night

     I like to wander alone through the bustling streets, watching the city lights come on; I like to sit on the steps outside Starbucks, because Starbucks is at the top, and that way I don't feel lonely in the darkness; I like to watch the crowds dancing in the square, as if my enthusiasm, stimulated by unfamiliar sights, makes me forget the loneliness I came from.

    The night is lonely, the night is like a net. If I am happy during the day, then I am real at night. I irritably seek warmth, I vent my temper capriciously. You always say you're tired too, and I feel sorry for your weariness, but I also need comfort, so I can't understand your exhaustion. Gradually, I quiet down. In this huge house, we are just a couple making do with each other. It seems marriage can't bridge the distance between us. I can't touch your emotions; you have nowhere to place my youth, so it fades into silence.

    The night is lonely, the night is like a rose that has withered with passion. If you also have red and white roses in your heart, then I will let you go. Facing the biting evening wind, all color seems to have vanished. I always search for the lighthouse in my heart, but alas, I am all alone. People always say that love is about finding someone to play with, but right now, all I need is someone to quietly keep me company. I don't need to care about how others see me; at least I can still be myself.

    The night is lonely; it too longs for the most familiar person. But someone else's laughter always seems louder than my own. So many flowers bloom at the crossroads—yellow, pink, white—such a beautiful March, yet my eyes cannot see it.

    I've passed many landscapes, but without your company, I can't muster any interest. I'm not used to our silence in the night, not used to arguing in the night, not used to greeting each other like strangers when we're so familiar. I have my loneliness; you don't understand, and I don't blame you. If you feel tired, let's each gather our emotions. The night gave us black eyes; I hope to use them to find light, not to erode our initial feelings, to punish us, to make us regret. Don't say it doesn't matter anymore; I have no resistance to true feelings. With you in the night, I am not alone.

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