I worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening and drank the porridge from the takeaway set that my assistant ordered before leaving without any complaints.
On the way home, while turning left and waiting for the red light, I suddenly thought of you.
Your face is blurry, I'm a little sad, but more relieved;
After seven years,
I think,
I should record everything in my memory about you and us;
I'm afraid,
I can't remember anything after the Seven Years of Cells.
Just now,
I still love you,
You live in my imagination.