Reminiscing and female emotions — Sensual and pivotal

想念和女性情緒 — 感性和樞紐

人類可愛，人類也可恨，我們都是從乖小孩變成了眼裡充血的魔王？黑夜降落得無數的夜，內心只是需要一點慰寄，那些你懷念的某人的好，可能只是滿足了你那些在夜裡哭泣的遺失感，雙手溫熱的環抱妳整個後背，摸著你頭頂的髮絲， 說你是好女孩卻轉身離去，只是掐掉你其中一簇花蕊，便不再出現，這叫做創傷感，故事再上演一次，這就會造成創傷後遺症(PTSD)，在錯的方向用對的理念縱觀事物，‘糾正’一定會超過花的保質期，花是脆弱和需要呵護的，用錯和用多一分力都是罪證。堅持了4天，最終還是崩潰了嗎。在心內告訴自己可以，只是眼淚太喜歡從眼眶內掉落，浸濕的下睫毛變成羽翼的形狀，白日內行人匆匆，衣著點綴的每個人都如此出眾，只是夜裡，就只是夜裡，蜷縮，却渴望。最終，我們只能靠自己渡劫，因為對方，永遠不會站在妳期待的位置，你在腦海裡做的夢，被現實的雨澆的七零八碎，你揉捏著心臟，它仍然頑強的跳動，你混在人潮中，像大浪裡一條不受控制的魚，人生的各種遊戲都會讓你筋疲力盡，你為了捕捉最好的畫面混進泥沼，傾斜的視角好似顛倒黑白，開啟黑夜的時針始終照常轉動，自我滿足是一個大的跳躍，你眼前的美好是美好，你眼前的醜惡也是真的醜惡，保持距離更多時候也許是在保護我們自己，不用刻意說再見，人們會逐漸淡出對方的人生軌跡，就像同一宇宙始終對立的他和她，你和我，也許只是剛好被扭轉的緯度才有了擁抱的促成。

‘I wanna stay by myself’ 事情演變到極致時，就會明白擁抱火焰就是在埋葬自己。

2021很快就結束了，黯淡的人際關係也隨之悄無聲息的被熄滅，所有被埋葬的眼淚和海水融合，帶著孤獨離別。我們歡愉過的每個畫面，獨自猙獰的黑暗線，被撫慰在半個陌生人的那些瞬間，都已然被鐫刻；那些疼痛的感覺，喧嚷後無聲的告別，其實都是推向我們進入真正幸福的小插曲，我們希望給過我們快樂和疼痛的人有一天能感受到真正的幸福，正如其給不了我們幸福而選擇退場，承接和付出愛都是一種能力，契合和願意隱忍不完美的部分是一種自願的神聖的意識，人類人生旅程裡所做的一些都是為了奔向幸福，誰離開了誰都是最好的選擇吧，雖然放開包裹著眼淚，但，就在這裡告別，就像我們最初遇見時的樣子，帶著所有我們一起創建過的快樂影像，為對方祈禱。

我們伸展的翅膀，在天空舞過最美的線條， 是和海の藍，雲の柔和，被一起寫入的篇章。太柔軟，和不可思議。

Human is lovely, human is also hateful. We’ve all gone from being good kids to bloodshot demons with bloodshot eyes? The darkness of the night has landed countless nights, and the heart just needs a little comfort. Those who you miss someone’s good may only satisfy your sense of loss of weeping in the night. Hands wrapped warmly around your entire back, stroking the hair on top of your head, say you are a good girl but turn around and leave. Just pinch off one of your stamens, and they no longer appear, this is called trauma. The story plays out again and this causes Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Looking at things in the wrong direction with the right idea, ‘correction’ will definitely exceed the shelf life of the flower. Flowers are fragile and need to be cared for, so using the wrong or more force is a sin. Persevered for 4 days, and finally collapsed? Tell the self in the back of my mind that I can, but the tears just love to fall from the eyes, the wet lower eyelashes turn into the shape of feathers. The daytime rush of pedestrians, the decorative clothing of everyone is so outstanding. Just the night, just on the night, curled up, but longing. Ultimately, we can only rely on ourselves to cross the tribulation, because the other side, will never stand in the position we expect. The dreams you make in your head are being dashed to pieces by the rain of reality; You knead your heart, it still beats hard; You are mixed in the crowd, like an uncontrolled fish in a big wave. The various games of life will leave you exhausted, you are trying to capture the best picture by mixing it into the mud, and the tilted view seems to reverse the black and white. The clock hand that opens the night always turns, as usual, self-satisfaction is a big jump. The beauty before your eyes is beautiful, and the ugliness before your eyes is really ugly. Keeping our distance may be protecting ourselves more often than not. No need to deliberately say goodbye, people will gradually fade out of each other’s life trajectory. Just like he and she, you and I, who are always opposing each other in the same universe. Perhaps the turn of latitude just happened to be the one that made the embrace possible.

‘I wanna stay by myself’ . . When things go to the extreme, it will be clear that embracing the flame is burying yourself.

2021 ended soon, and the bleak interpersonal relationships were silently extinguished along with it. All the buried tears fused with the seawater, leaving with loneliness. Every image of our pleasure, the dark line that we alone hideous over, the moments when we were comforted by half a stranger, has been engraved. Those painful feelings, the silent farewell after the clamour; In fact, they are all small hiccups that push us into true happiness. We hope that the people who have given us joy and pain will one day feel true happiness, just as they choose to withdraw when they cannot give us happiness. To receive and give love is an ability, to fit in and be willing to tolerate imperfections is a voluntary and sacred awareness. The journey of human life is to do something to run to happiness, who left who is the best choice, right? Although letting go is wrapped in tears, but here is where we say goodbye. Just like when we first met, we prayed for each other with all the happy images we had created together.

We stretch our wings and dance through the most beautiful lines in the sky. It is the chapter written together with the blue of the sea and the softness of the clouds. Too pliant, and unexpected.