What does it feel like to be alone?

Loneliness is when you talk to me clearly but I can't hear you. My voice was swallowed up by my loneliness. I tried to respond, but I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound. But you don't want to touch my throat or understand my vibrato. You could have stepped in front of me, but you didn't move. In the end, you didn't take that step, leaving me with a wry smile. You clearly see through my sadness, but pretend not to see it. Naturally, you drew an arc to separate you from me. Just right, just like I wanted to cry when I was singing, but you took it as a joke. Loneliness means that I am serious, you laugh seriously, ignore seriously, excuse seriously and avoid seriously.

Nobody can give me a sense of security except at night. They all say that my loneliness is caused by myself. In fact, I also want to hug, just like the moon hugs the sun. There will always be a day and a night in the middle, and the temperature difference is so big that you can only hold yourself. You called me melodramatic. There are so many stars in the sky. How can I be lonely? We are not the same kind, he can't understand what I say, and they never listen to me attentively. They are jealous of my soft light and don't understand my ups and downs. I am the moon, they are the stars, they laugh at me, wishful thinking, want to embrace the sun. I once doubted myself. That thought was fleeting in an instant. My heart was covered with bitter eyes and my chest tightened. I finally embraced myself.

I want to shine like the sun, and become a god in everyone's eyes and a hope in my heart. So, I worked hard to shine, covering up the light of the stars, and even the stars were so United for the first time in a hundred years, just to stop me. They want to see me become a joke and hit me with ridicule and ridicule. I'm not sure how long I can hold on, but I'll hold on as long as possible. I'm not sure that solar energy can't warm myself and dispel my loneliness. All I know is that I am lonely in this long night. When the night swallowed up my light, I was afraid, because I was not sure if I could come back, and I was inexplicably afraid.

If you look up, you can see me. Fortunately, I still exist. I am holding birds and animals, dragging a flower and a grass, holding the wind, rain, thunder and the sun and saying, let him wait for me, I want to hug him. At first, they all turned me down mercilessly. They said I was an idiot, that the sun was a god, and that I was just an insignificant moon. They say that the distance between me and the sun is by no means measurable with the naked eye. The world has spread, the moon is a fool, dreaming naive dreams. When they are bored, they take it as a joke. Every time they talk about it, their mouths will fall on their cheeks. Gradually, when they are tired, they will not mention it. And I am still tirelessly looking for all ways to see the sun.

In the darkness, there is a loud and deep voice: I want to embrace the sun. Finally, I don't know if the sun is merciful, but I still want to end this joke as soon as possible, so I sent a meteor to tell me that I was so anxious that I forgot to shine. Meteor said: The sun asked me to tell you that he can't even hug himself, so how can he hug you? I panicked and said, isn't the sun omnipotent? Meteor sneers: The higher you stand, the lonelier you are. She added: I was beautiful, but for a moment, I was shivering in a corner the rest of the time. Do you think you are lonely? I seem to understand something. It turns out that I am not alone. When loneliness strikes, I learn to hold myself tight.