Autumn in England is like an autumn that ends before it arrives. It is short and vague, inviting people to care about it, but unwilling to turn back. The wind outside the window was whining, and when I turned around from a deep sleep until I was half awake, my palms felt cold, and my heart suddenly felt cold. When the person is alone, self-pity grows like weeds. In fact, it is just because he carelessly left the window open, and he sighs for no reason. The habit of sleeping with a light on was only developed after I came here. The gentle and elegant desk lamp standing on the bedside tells myself that it is the eyes of a loved one staring at you intently and affectionately. When you wake up, read a book to tell the time, when you have sweet dreams, or when you wake up in the morning and lie in bed, your heart will feel warm. People, always pursue the feeling of being in love, without hesitation to deceive yourself or others.
Um, I'll find a corner to squat in