I thought about writing something, but I kept thinking about it, but I didn't know what to write. I think I feel a little sad at this time, but I don't need to and can't explain why. At this moment, apart from the words I am writing, I don't know what the next word will be or whether there will be one. In fact, I really wanted to use the popular "youmuyou" on the Internet just now, but in the end I didn't. My thinking is chaotic, and I don't want to have any logic.
I have nothing to say seriously, but I don't want to stop writing because I am bored, so I want to describe the blue sea and sky. But those wonderful imaginations all come from inspiration, not the garbage that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.