At one in the morning, I couldn't sleep. Or rather, I deliberately did it because I was addicted to staying up late, so I drank coffee at night. I don't know if the coffee had any effect, but I got my wish and became insomniac.
At one in the morning, I was insomniac. Or rather, I was deliberately insomniac because I suddenly wanted to think about something and recall some past events. Those past events were either sad or sweet.
It's one in the morning, and I can't sleep. Actually, I am sleepy, or at least I don't want to sleep. I want to take advantage of this insomnia to completely clear the past. It took me a long time to clear the past, but I'm still in the process of clearing the past. It turns out that my self-control and perseverance are so fragile. It turns out that some people can make me miss them for a long time. But this time I really have to clear it, because everything can't go back, I can't save it, and I don't want to save it. I'm tired.
One in the morning, sleepless. Actually, my head is clear. I suddenly figured out many things. Let go of those things that don't belong to me. I think if something really belongs to me, it will always belong to me. No matter how far I go or how many circles I go, it will eventually come back to me.
One in the morning, insomnia. In fact, I know that some encounters are destined to end from the beginning, and he is destined to be a passerby from the beginning. I watched a certain "variety show" tonight, and suddenly burst into tears. I suddenly realized that I wasted a lot of time in the past, clinging to some unimportant things. When time passed, I realized that I wasted my youth .
One in the morning, insomniac. This is a way to reconcile with the past, to free myself, to let the past go.