I can't remember exactly when I started to feel that the season of early autumn is even colder than winter, especially when the sun shines down on me, it is simply unbearable.
As usual, I wake up in the early morning every day. As soon as I open my eyes, I get up stiffly from the bed, open the door, and quietly move a bowl of white porridge and a glass of slightly turbid white water outside the door.
That glass of water was the medicine that kept me alive. Although it couldn't cure me, it could very effectively soothe my mood throughout the day. At least, it could help me get through this long early autumn.
I never go out, I just wait.
Let time pass as you wish.
Wasting time is the only thing I can do.
If you want to know, I will tell you this story to let you understand that I am just a survivor, and the inner suffering is the price of survival.