I began to like warm colors, my eyes blurred, and I soon fell asleep. When I started listening to the songs I listened to in junior high school, I seemed to have lost a lot and never found out what I had gained. People always think that I have lost more than I have gained.

When I ran early, the cold wind in February stuck in my face, and I felt endless pain. I want to give up, but for the sake of body and spirit, I have to insist. I'm not sick anymore. I am a healthy child.

The darkness of winter morning is a bit like summer night. I used to be called "cool at night". I like night, summer and autumn nights. It's quiet here, only insects and frogs are chirping, which makes my heart feel inexplicable joy. Night is a kind of nutrition. Night gave me wings and summer gave me life. Began to nest in winter. I always stay indoors for two days and hate the cold. After that, I started to get up early and run.

I'm too lazy to argue with them. My life is meaningless. I can only keep my ugly words day by day and waste my time, so life begins to retaliate against me.

Singing "Hehe" tells others that you don't care, but your heart is twisted and stubborn.

Stubborn people often make themselves miserable. You must bear everything alone.

Why blame others? Ask for it.

Next, continue to be silent.