The content was conceived on a sultry afternoon last summer
Fell on the bed, thinking wildly.
Then, Yushengyan, this thing jumped out
Well, at first, I didn't want to commemorate anything, let alone feel sad.
Who am I to say sad.
The human heart is too small to hold too much melancholy. Who will take in our extra youth after it is shattered?
So I chose to write a marginal story on the margins.
What color am I in your pupils?
I don't want to say hard work, but I have to finish writing.
Then have a good sleep and dream until dawn.
Look, let's go, let nature take its course.