Essay.
"I feel bad again.
Sure enough, being sensitive to smells is not a good thing. The wind outside blew in through the window, it was cool and smelled of dust. Countless days and nights in my memory carried this smell, an old smell.
I don't know when I developed the habit of being so crazy about nostalgia. It was probably after I was hurt for the first time. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep anything, so I had to let go.
I want to do a lot of things, say a lot of things, or do nothing. Only extremes can balance my heart.
I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't even know what I was doing.
All I know is that everything will pass. "
Original song for this article: Jacky Cheung "I'm Really Hurt"