How does it feel to walk in this world? It seems clear, but it is confused.
Why is it that in the dead of night, what you want is always out of reach, but what you want to forget is always right in front of you, swaggering and unavoidable?
Why do you hope again and again and be disappointed again and again?
Why do you think so much about it in the middle of the night and cry? Why are there no traces of sleepless nights?
You said you were just doing whatever you wanted to entertain others and yourself! But why is it inevitable to shed tears and drink until dawn?
(This is the first time I mustered up the courage to write an article. Everything started from scratch. Those who feel uncomfortable are not allowed to enter! Don't regret it if you enter.)