A fine drizzle still drifted down as I traveled through the quiet streets. Weariness spread with the turning wheels, and my heart gradually grew empty, submerged in the kaleidoscope of neon lights. The wind blew gently, the crowds quietly thinned, and traffic flowed languidly. Everything seemed like the night sky, hazy and still. In the illusory world online, I could not find that heart. All my weariness and loneliness froze in an instant, cold as ice.
In a single moment, exhaustion wrapped my entire empty body in thick layers. I could find nothing to melt the weariness that filled me, or the loss and emptiness in my heart. Perhaps loneliness had always been mine to bear. Yet suddenly, the surface of the iron shell around me had melted, making me believe that warm passion had dissolved that thick casing. Only when I abruptly looked back did I realize that merely the surface had melted; my heart still could not find a soul to lean on. A lover remained out of reach, the night was cold, and all my passion met only emptiness. The internet was unreal, love was elusive, and my poor youth was so full of promise... So often, the arrival of feeling was an unfathomable surprise. When the departing years left only memories behind, the heart that had once burned so fiercely gradually grew cold.
Even after years of searching, "suddenly I turned back, and there that person stood, where the lantern lights grew dim." We met, our feelings intertwined, and our hearts yearned, yet the person remained elusive, their silhouette blurred. How could the heart bear it? That sincerity, that devotion, always made two hearts that regretted not meeting sooner leap and burn. But in the loneliness of every parting, did they still meet in the dreams