I seldom feel quiet, as if it was a very distant thing, as if it was a golden crown on the head of a generation of kings, as if it was a rare and precious metal from another planet at midnight when the spring rain was drizzling, with a pair of sleepless eyes opened, listening
I don’t know when I start to feel tired, from the heart to the body, maybe I am really old. A hundred years of life, but duckweed. Always do something to prove your existence. However, what can we really do? I have been shopping for a week, and the shopping mall is just after work.