I often involuntarily sink into my mind: the burden of life, the detachment of death. In the red tape, people experience more pain than happiness, frustration more than pride. If so, I borrow things to replace, leaving myself only an empty shell, letting my soul walk. Everyday, what is filled in the gap of time?
23 degrees centigrade, cloudy, quiet Xiaogang’s dusk solo, wanted to cry, but could not cry. I often fall into this dilemma and can’t help myself. Looking through all the logs in the space, we can see the sadness filled with heart and the confusion and ignorance brought by growth. In the deep night, one person,