[Growing up in a cocoon + obscure and paranoid love, abnormal] If there are no longer people or things that can interest you for a long time, the loneliness that you once screamed about will only sneak into the bottom of your heart and turn into a vague sadness. /Perhaps in the quiet corner that cannot be found in my heart, I have already stepped into the flying smoke and slept in this world.
Intention: Try to play with words and be pretentious
