The deceased relatives never left, just walked out of time.

Every day from 18 to 20 o'clock, it will be particularly lonely. Sitting on the old sofa on the balcony, watching the people coming home downstairs. The neon signs of street restaurants lit up in turn, and the sky gradually darkened.

Sometimes I wonder how long it's been since anyone hugged me. But if such a person appears in reality, say to me: let me hug you. My reaction must be:? Go away, I don't want it.

I dreamed of my father suddenly last night, but I didn't say a word as usual, and then he held me tightly in his arms like a child. Accompanied me silently for a long time.

He was the most trusted person in my childhood, and gave me a simple and happy childhood, but now I can only meet him in my dreams.

Do you believe that people have souls?

I believe. I believe he heard my thoughts. Come and accompany me and hug me. I believe that he still lives in another world and cares about me as always.

There are many ideas, and there is nowhere to say in reality. Because the person you miss, he can't hear anymore. There is no point in talking to others. And I can only sit opposite the moon reflected above the midnight glass window, with nothing to say.

The so-called growth is just that you have gone to something and gained some understanding.

Maybe in a flash, you find that you can only go this way by yourself. Then there are countless moments, and you constantly confirm that life is a lonely road.

Those who passed away didn't leave, they just walked out of time.

That's everyone's destination.