Three O'clock in the Morning

The white rabbit wanders here and there; its clothes are not as good as new, and its people are not as good as before. It's three o'clock in the morning, I can't sleep, I'm thinking wildly. What is important and what is not? It may look lively and lively during the day, but in fact everyone is still an isolated island. Vaguely, I seemed to be expecting a disaster. A disaster like torrential rain. I can not go out, see people, ignore people, or think. Then build my world again. This is a fulfilling trip. Refresh my brain and my world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.