In this endless feeling of paleness and powerlessness, every minute and every second becomes a waste of time for the soul. I seemed to be nailed to the cross of time, unable to move. I could only watch the gears of life ruthlessly crushing my body.
The alarm clock rang in the early morning, and the sharp sound stung my eardrums like a steel needle. I struggled to get up from the bed, and every movement felt like I was fighting against a thousand-pound shackles. When I was washing, I looked at myself in the mirror with a sallow complexion and gloomy eyes. I seemed to see a dying old man. The once bright eyes were now bloodshot, like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.
Concept: The road of life is long, bitter, sweet, sour and spicy, and it is worth savoring slowly.