It's been a long time since I wrote a long, touching prose. Maybe it's because I don't know how to love or pity anymore, so I don't have the slightest inspiration to write. Or maybe there are too many things that restrain me in reality, making me unable to struggle. I just look at the mirror with a ferocious face, look at the reflection in the mirror, and burst into laughter. Pick up the pen again and pick up the lost youth.