I broke away from the crowd and turned from the road to an unfamiliar alley. The empty alley echoed the sound of walking with high heels. The yellow light gently shone on me, but could not shone into my heart. Finally, I stopped in front of an abandoned house. Through the dark light, I vaguely saw the appearance of the house. It is the most primitive yellow brick and red tile, with two layers of height, and there is no more decoration on the appearance. I think maybe There Once Lived a big family here, parents, grandparents and lovely children. Maybe the adults worked hard to buy a good house and lived happily in another place. Perhaps, there was once a loving couple living here, and the house was rented temporarily. Later, when the children wanted to study, they moved to a place closer to the school. Maybe maybe, that is just their happy appearance, but I am really, really hurt. I continued walking and walked to the Central Park. Beside the fountain sat a couple of lovers who loved each other. In the window shop, there were a group of girls who loved beauty choosing accessories and drunk men. I walked forward quickly, and the wind blew my face wantonly, biting my lips and turning purple. If an acquaintance asks me why I cried, I can answer her loudly that the wind is so strong that my eyes hurt unconsciously. I went back to the building, and finally I couldn’t help it, he crouched down slowly and hugged himself forcefully. Tears mingled with blood between lips on the ground, just like enchanting flowers.

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