Tired, you can have a good rest and relax. My heart is tired, but I don’t know how to give my heart a holiday.
Along the way, the most difficult thing was my heart, which gave it too much pressure and too much sadness, but did not consider how it would bear it. Even crying became a luxury.
I want to find someone to talk about my grievances over the past few years, but when it comes to my lips, I think it is not worth mentioning. Too many troubles have accumulated in my heart and have nowhere to vent. Over time, they have become an old wound in my heart. I dare not touch or touch them.