"Happy New Year." He raised the glass much more calmly than a year ago.
New Year's Eve is a very powerful day. The three of them, who had not known each other for a long time, could sit on the same table and chat until dawn. After getting steamy, Zhang Yuan asked him why he came to this small place to do odd jobs. He must have drunk too much and just grinned stupidly without making a sound.
Some words that were said to be high-spirited a year ago are now embarrassing and unspeakable. Adults are very careless. As soon as I turned around, I forgot which youth I had thrown my dreams and courage into.
"Well, it's all over." He finally said that. Just thinking about it makes me feel tired.
Intention: I wish you a poem.