It has been four or five days since I started trying to find people on the confession wall at school. Until this morning, I still clicked on the confession wall with the luck of three or four fates. However, there was no accident, and there was not even the slightest O. Henry-style ending. I was like a deflated football kicked away from downstairs, lying alone in the corner. The water pipe leading to the dormitory shower room was also leaking, but compared with it, I seemed even more redundant.
Purpose: To our golden youth that will eventually pass away