A fine drizzle still drifted down. Moving through the quiet streets, weariness spread with the turning wheels, and the heart gradually grew vacant, submerged in the riot of neon lights. The wind blew softly, the crowds quietly thinned, and traffic flowed in a faint stream. Everything seemed like the night sky, hazy and still. In the illusory world of the internet, that kindred heart could not be found, and all the weariness and loneliness froze in an instant, cold.
In a single moment, desolation wrapped the entire empty body in thick layers. Nothing could be found to dissolve the weariness that filled it, or the loss and hollowness within the heart. Perhaps loneliness had always been mine to bear. Yet suddenly, the surface of that enclosing iron shell had melted, making me feel that its thick walls had dissolved in the warmth of passion. Only when I abruptly looked back did I realize that all I had felt was the melting of its surface; my heart still could not find a soul to lean on. A lover far away, a cold night, a heart full of passion reaching into emptiness. An unreal internet, an elusive bond, poor youth in all its boundless beauty... So often, the arrival of feeling was an elusive surprise. When the passing years left only memories behind, the heart that had once burned so fiercely gradually grew cold.
Even if, after years of searching, "I suddenly turned back, and there that person stood, where the lights grew dim," even if we met and our feelings mingled, the heart yearned while the person remained distant, their silhouette blurred. How could the heart bear it? That sincerity, that honesty, always made two hearts that regretted not meeting sooner leap and burn. Yet in the loneliness of every parting,