Youth is gone, but confusion remains.
Passion has been shaved off its edges, and desire has compromised reality.
Alcohol and tobacco have become the best comfort.
All you get is weight and a greasy face, but you lose your youth.
When I was young, the pride and shame reappeared in the past.
Your face, his soft face, the person you missed, the letter you didn't dare to send out, what a good time.
The corners of the mouth that smiled unconsciously, the eyes that suddenly filled with tears, were silent in the lonely memories.
Intention: It is not the enemy who defeats you, but your choice to give up.