Travel Through Hometown

Growing up is a delusion, but memories are lost. It has been many years, and I am still alive in this world. Living, sometimes happy, sometimes anxious. I regret that I haven't died yet, because if I die, some people will definitely be very happy. They dance happily, as if to tell me that you are a burden, and I hate your self-righteousness and your submissiveness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.