We Are Moving Forward

I will write something, like a girl majoring in Chinese, like a diary or something. I will also write poetry and prose. I think I will just write these first, with confusion and random thoughts about the world, every day. Hard work makes sense. Pay stubs are also important. I entrust everything to my company. As for love, it is short-lived, like fireworks, like lightning, like eagle-like love, soaring in the vast love. The morning news is all-encompassing, like a steel-making furnace. Cool down, my love, love and my mom.