[Spend your life, light H, HE]
Willing to use a black pencil
Draw a silent stage play
No matter how bright the light is, I will hug you.
Willing to sing hoarse songs in the corner
No matter how loud it is, it's all for you
When I was young, I always thought that life was short, and I could just look forward to it and wait patiently to get what I wanted.
When you get older, you want fairness. If you love him, he will love you more.
Then I was tired, exhausted, and exhausted.
In the end, I became hysterical, not because I was unfair but because I no longer had the strength to measure fairness.
Thinking, waiting, waiting, maybe it will happen.