When encountering something, rehearse it in your head 11,000 times. A heavy burden of thought is like premature old age. It is described very accurately, seemingly profound and pathetic, but in fact it is young and naïve.
It seems that my mind is full of philosophies about the operation of the world, but the experience is extremely shallow and very inexperienced.
It's like a bubble bursting as soon as you poke it.
More and more cynical and self-serving. Denying the meaning of the world. Only when everything around you is meaningless can you cover up your meaningless life.
It is said to be beautiful. It is said that there is a small world of its own.
If the outside world is too noisy, but you can't mute it, you can only resort to your own silence in reverse.
Morning frost and snow, scattered all over. The world is vast, and it is pitiful that the ambition is short.
The word "gratuitous" comes to mind. There are many gratuitous tears on the paper.
The ignorance of childhood, the madness of youth, the absurdity of a while.
It's like a roller coaster, with neon flashes and curtains passing by. With the pouring of anger value, SNS has become a dustbin for emotions. At the same time, many ends are selling, selling, and buying emotions.
It turns out that our emotions all have value.
Thinking of someone for no reason, I covered my ears. Don't listen to tiredness, don't listen to prosperity, don't listen to prosperity, don't listen to complaints.
The words of ten years ago, come back at this time.
peace records my romantic life