A long-awaited disappointment

The long-awaited disappointment, the sentence is as follows:

In life, there are always too many expectations and disappointments, too many dreams and too many words to say. What I fear most now is that it will turn out to be a joke. The quieter the wind, the deeper the night, the cold window of abortion, who will fall asleep with sadness. Float on the curtain, under the candlelight, thinking about whose past, sad about what is left, but leaving behind the door melancholy.

The so-called liberation means letting go, not being persistent and not hiding. Since there is nowhere to run, it is better to be happy. Calm down, the only person who can really calm himself is himself. No one can avoid loneliness. It's better to face it than to escape. Loneliness is not a bad thing.

I won't struggle, struggling in your care, how can I let go of my dependence without you? It may be a little unwilling, but it will eventually be full of disappointment. Sometimes when you are disappointed to a certain extent, a flower will bloom instead. The name of that flower is, it doesn't matter. Slowly, everyone will understand that not being with the person you like is actually the normal state of life.

The saddest thing is not to hide in the quilt and cry in the middle of the night, but to dream of the loss of two people waking up as good as ever. I can't live forever. In other words, it is possible for you. He understands all your hints and your subtext, but he is indifferent. This is not a battle of wits. He just doesn't like you.