I am a pretentious literary young man who has always stubbornly refused to be coerced into growing up by this society in this city that pursues maturity and achievement. I pity those adults who have been set up. I don't want any pretense or imitation of maturity. I always hope that I can go on the road with a childish heart, and patiently wait for that childlike heart to mature and become a soul that truly belongs to me. Just like a hypocritical hooligan, smoking a sensitive but strong white sand, saying that I am willing to die for you, this is the only way I can do it for you.