Tonight is destined to be another night when I can't sleep well. After entering the society, I seem to sleep on the street every year. When I was young, I wandered the streets all night in smoky Internet cafes, aisles of overpasses and benches in parks. Now I'm a little older, and I have rich overnight experience in various railway stations, bus stations and airports.

It's interesting to say that others are trying to sleep in various homestays and hotels, but I'm lying in every corner where I don't return.

I didn't expect anyone to save me from suffering and wandering, but I also imagined that if someone handed me a candy when I was suffering, it would be enough to give me a moment of sweetness! At least in retrospect, that little bit of sweetness melted in the past. Now, if I taste it again, it still has a sweet aftertaste, not all the bitterness and sadness.

I don't feel pain about these experiences.

Being young and not feeling tired is a last resort.

It's just, sometimes I think, why is life like this?

Alas, time and tide wait for no man, and then turn back.

Just a little wind and frost.