She Burns Quietly No one noticed how she melted — only that the room stayed warm. They admired the light that lingered around her, soft, constant. "You're such a comfort," they’d say, never asking what it cost her to stay lit. 她的心像蜡一样融化， 默默地，一点点。 她不说，她笑， 可她的影子总是躲在桌脚的黑暗里。 They gathered around her glow, hands outstretched, taking warmth, never touching the flame. Beneath her — where no eyes wandered — was the dark, thick with unspoken weight. Wax pooled like forgotten tears, cooling into shapes of silence. Still, she stood, flickering only when no one looked. She learned not to expect anything in return. A candle doesn’t ask. It just gives. Until there is nothing left but the faint scent of something once alive. And even then, they say, "Why don’t you shine like before?" 她只是累了， 不是不再光亮， 只是——没有人看见她的熄灭。 ------------------------- Things become heavy, when you're fighting a battle and no one knows the pain, the weight of it. It's not like you can't say, but it's when you're tired and you don't want pity and advise but you want to be understood, to be felt. I chose words to express it here. Some wounds can't be hidden with a blanket anymore. No one would really care here… and that’s okay. I’m Lilo. I’ve always been.