Every time I see the night, I slowly feel a kind of melancholy and loss.Just like every time I write, I don't know what to write.Remembering that day in the group, I saw a word that made me silent for a long time.I haven't changed for half a year. I can't say what I want to say. It's meaningless to force me to say something against my heart.（MrHe.Net）It's boring. A long life is boring after all.Seeing brother Rong's comments, every bit of the past, in this fading years
