Because of a person's death, there is an indescribable and shady secret joy. Hope, sometimes is really fatal. There is no way to express the feelings, the gap between life and death. Love is too heavy, I just like you. (The author may write very rubbish, but if you don't like it, please don't criticize it. The author has a good heart and can make suggestions, but please use civilized words. Thank you.)
I write what I think and have my own style. I'm not like anyone else. Thank you. Forget it. No one will read it anyway. If you have the chance to see it, just don't say I look like someone.