I remember such days, busy and indifferent joy.
Stay up late meditating, feeling anxious all day long, like a chronic illness in your heart.
Bit by bit, write down what you feel.
Be careful and plan for the future.
Although it is not yet known whether there is a future.
Not to mention fate, in the eyes of those in power, we are just like the feathers of a wild goose. Those little struggles, efforts, and sacrifices. All worth mentioning.
The most important thing is also the final sigh of those in power.
Unoptimistic, unexpected... The news came again and again, making me feel that it was almost necessary to take care of the funeral.
In fact, how can I bear it?
So I decided to use this article to pray for it and keep it as a souvenir.