I stubbornly believe that holding a cigarette in my left hand is lonely.
Only when you are happy will you hold a cigarette with your right hand. I have watched many people hold cigarettes in the same way?
I thought I was independent from the world, I thought I was unique, but when I saw love, I realized that I was as vulgar as the water plants in the roadside pool.
Each article is my own random thoughts, accompanying me through lonely nights...