Students, why do you live? I saw it was the number written in dazzling red pen. Whether you admit it or not, this is an indisputable fact. A person's life only lasts for a hundred years. Why do we have to live so tiringly? I don't understand, but I know that my resistance has caused me injuries that will never heal.
If possible, I would like to be a black-feathered angel and find my own paradise in the vast universe.