Tired, but I don't know whether it comes from the heart or the body. I thought I had caught the beginning of summer, but I never thought about it. I was still wandering in spring.

The sky is gradually changing. Seeing the clouds gathering, tears are shed on the sky. The clothes I just took off are back on me again. The thin clothes in the trunk of the car are still there, waiting for the day to come out. And I shut everything in my dream, hesitating and wondering what to do.

There was a lot of time to write and supplement materials. However, I chose to spend the time in the game or short video to let the body and spirit get some breathing.

Unfortunately, I stayed here, waiting for things have not yet caught up. But I can't see any trace of what I'm chasing. It is so spacious and lonely. The trace of the future is wandering and absent-minded. Everything I am looking for is about to become everything that is expected but unreachable. Unfortunately, but not reconciled. However, I am not reconciled but have no methods and goals.

I want to run dozens of laps on the playground, but I have extra strength. Empty yourself in the game, offer a corner of time, and seek temporary peace.

I have to write materials all the time, but I find more and more. The test paper needs to be changed all the time, but I found that more and more changes were made. The shadow of life is hurried and hesitating. When I was in Beijing, I got up early at 8 o'clock in the morning, looked at the sky that was still not in the night at 10 o'clock in the evening, sighed, put the music to the maximum, and abandoned myself in the waves, letting it fluctuate.

The wind blows, the clouds surge. If you gamble with the sky every day, you will win and lose. It's a pity that I only have myself. Under such a bet, there is no capital to continue.

I turned around and walked off the gambling table. I got on the car and ran in the fields. However, I found that the road conditions were difficult. In summer, I found traces everywhere, but lost vitality.

Chase, chase, the starry sky is a bright moon.

Chase, chase, meteor across the sky.

The end, the end, but still can not find traces.

The sky, finally once again into the night. I was tapping the keyboard at random in the office, groping in the dark, playing my own movement at random on the keyboard, pouring two cups of cola, turning on the light, quiet, only my own heartbeat.

Look outside, sigh, one person is holding the "One Man" of the kindergarten killer, and continue to chase the traces of summer.

Unfortunately, I am still wandering in spring.