I don't know why, but tears always well up in my eyes without my noticing. Some say it's because I cry so much that it's become a habit, while others try to brush me off with excuses like "I'm sick."
I know, who cries in ordinary times? Only extraordinary people do.
Tears are water, but they're salty; tears are liquid, and once they fall, no one can stop them; tears are blood left in the heart, and once they fall, they leave a painful scar.
I'm tired. My tears are actually a warning that my body is exhausted. But I can't rest, no, I can't. I have to work for my life, for my family, and for myself, so I can't rest. Even knowing this, I still can't. My tears slide down my face like a slide, impossible to catch, evaporating with the air. And the tear stains, let them accompany me through time.
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