今天放学后,心情很低落。离开了朋友,似乎周围的一切都不太友善,不太熟悉。仿佛在自己学校里迷失了方向,只是跟着人潮在走动而已。
我习惯性地拿出耳机,塞进耳朵里,用音乐来麻醉自己,与那陌生的环境隔绝。
独自一人坐在巴士站,胡思乱想。
我望着对面的咖啡店、7 Eleven 、其他什么便利商店。
They seems to belong to my life, but yet, they never really walked into my life.
Then the bus came and I boarded the bus. It traveled past many houses, Serangoon MRT station... They looked all too familar, but none of them seemed the least endearing. As if I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
For a moment, it seems like my world has been thwarted and yet there's nothing that I can do to salvage it.
自己暖手,那份热,一定要来自心里。
但是,心里的热,又要来自哪里?