Many times I feel like I am running non-stop along the outer edge of the circle, one, two, three... Until I forget how many laps I have run and I don't know where the end point is. And everything around him retreated sharply, and the pictures kept switching, some familiar and some unfamiliar. The hot and humid wind howled by, and the messy hair stretched out wantonly, and the fine beads of sweat stained with dust covered the face tangled with fear. Rapid breathing, cramped heartbeat, panic.
The gathering and dispersing of emotions carries too much helplessness, and the future that is eager to be denied follows time. The smile became forced, and even the disguise was revealed. Wind cannot depict the theme of one's own life. When the first autumn leaves fell at my feet, I knew that I had entered another reincarnation. The sky is no longer so bright that it hurts the eyes, and the concrete floor is no longer gray and white due to exposure to the sun.
Lying on the messy desk, writing fragments of sentences that others cannot understand, listening to the unbearable sorrow and music of others, occasionally looking out the window, I find that the autumn sky is filled with gray and faint sadness, and the branches and branches have gradually become sparse, full of old flavor.
Three stubborn girls with different personalities use their lives to ignite their entire youth.