We are all shadows, but our shadows are very strange. He will follow me from time to time and can't throw them off. Just because of this, I not only dislike him, but also like him. Maybe I am a loner. Maybe I am used to loneliness. How can you go so fast to reborn? Yeah, walking without knowing how long it takes to get into your own world. At the same time, the figure of others becomes suddenly long, bright or dark, and the slow pace of eating becomes uncomfortable and unlike yourself.
In this way, the shadow has become my best friend, accompanied by me all the time.
Many people say that your parents know you best. I think they know your mind very well. He is the pillow of our life. He knows all about your tiredness, your pain, your hurt.
Shadow words are not much, but with his company, I think no matter how tired and painful it is, it is just a cloud.