Personality signature: at midnight, I curled up in the dark and the night was cold. Who can guarantee that I will still be where I am when you turn around, just so hurt.

Personal notes: Looking through the sentences and lyrics in the old diary, line by line, there is a shocking coolness. I deliberately kept myself from listening to such sad music, because I was exhausted and couldn't trudge to the other side after all. There is no music, no words, only zero water left around.

A little sad, but I can't think of anything else. Just a good name o (∩ _ ∩) o.