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沉静的夜晚清晰的听到自己不安的心跳声，按着音量键试图将音乐的声量调的最高来掩饰我内心的恐慌。敲打着键盘，写了删，删了又写，不知道该用什么文字来形容此时的心境。不知道多久以前，觉得夜很美。总是喜欢望着皎洁的月光，闪烁的星星，坐在窗前做着灰姑娘的梦想。如今，夜不再美。被满怀的心事给遮没，只知道当迎接夜的来临，我的心就会不由自主的和寂寞挂钩。只有昏暗的路灯伴随着孤独在风中摇曳，只有虚拟的网络倾听我的诉说，内心的无助只有对着屏幕叹气，望着窗外无人的街道，心中有种莫名的伤感

On a quiet night, I clearly heard my uneasy heartbeat, and pressed the volume button to try to adjust the volume of music to the highest level to hide my inner panic. Knocking on the keyboard, writing, deleting and writing, I don't know what words to use to describe my mood at this time. I don't know how long ago, I thought the night was beautiful. I always like to look at the bright moonlight, twinkling stars, and sit by the window and dream of Cinderella. Nowadays, the night is no longer beautiful. I was covered by my heart, only knowing that when I meet the coming of night, my heart will be involuntarily linked to loneliness. Only the dim street lights sway in the wind with loneliness, only the virtual network listens to my complaints, and my inner helplessness lies in sighing at the screen, looking at the deserted street outside the window, and I feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart. English.

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那种感觉又来了，很难过又很难说

That feeling came again, sad and hard to say.