Love for a long time becomes a habit; pain for a long time becomes a mark; hate for a long time becomes a burden. Love without passion, from fiery to dull, may be the eternity we have been pursuing. Although we don't know, will this plainness still be so intoxicating? Just waiting, no matter whether time has diluted everything, my heart is still in its original position, beating persistently in its stubborn way and speed... Jobless vagrant, this is what the whole family calls my cousin. This is not a nickname, but a necessity.
