I haven't seen your smiling face for a long time. I thought you didn't want me to be so sad, but "people can't help themselves in the Jianghu", and there is no way to be sad. I visited my friend only a few days ago, and I was very sad to see that there was no one in the building. Sorrow is a broken string, playing a gray melody. I know you don't understand that the people around you are cold and cynical. Maybe I am out of place with the world and pretend to be ridiculous until one day, I show my true colors and get a bunch of question marks.

"Win alone" is probably my best interpretation. Behind the excitement, it is my coldness. Often a person blurts out a complicated classical Chinese sentence to the lake, and people around me laugh at me. what can I do? The world doesn't know me and I don't know anyone. I really want to go back to ancient times. I believe people at that time will be very friendly and kind. Curled up in the seat, the genius in front, the labor committee member who loves gossiping behind, and the deskmate who hides under the table and watches "Sparrows Want Revolution" next to me, they have been separated from me by a wall, and the "reactionaries" around them have seized the opportunity of cynicism, so they can only cry silently and change seats because of "special relativity". This is different.

Life is full of flavor. I have no intention of taking a bite of lotus seeds. I am bitter and full of mouth. "What is happiness in the world?" It's really hard to find. "I really envy you. I haven't seen you this semester. I really miss you. Where are you? It didn't disappear into the shadows, did it?