If love is a color, it matches the most exciting role in life. So, what is my color? Standing at the crossroads confusedly, unable to see the future clearly. I put stories in my words and like to draw graffiti that others cannot understand in places where there are no people. I want to ask where is the happiness? Feng Chen's own memory buried him in the sea of net. I didn't cry, I just shed tears! My heart is sad because of the silence, the keyboard is stained with my tears, all the pain is hidden in my heart, my love is destined to be wrapped in pain in this life.
---------------Dusty memory