Recently, I have less and less time to clear my head. The groggy life seems to be pale and dull without three souls and seven souls. I am involved in such a fatal struggle with you, and I have not spoken a word, and it is difficult to express my heart. This is not painful and itching, this self-destructive addiction. I humbled myself into this dirty dust, and you watched me live in this muddy world. Whoever steps on this trembling seed will achieve a hopeless flowering period in this life.