Sometimes, when I hold the mouse and stare at the computer, I go to work at six in the morning and go home very late at night, I often wonder if all this at the age of 30 is a dream. I don't know how to wake myself up and go back to my eighteen-year-old college days, lying on the playground and watching the stars on the seaside.
Intention: Faced with a miserable life, if I could do it over again, how would I choose?