Yesterday morning, I drank too much in the playground alone, and I didn't go to bed until six o'clock in the morning, and I was in a bad mood today, and my body was too weak to write what I wanted to write.

In fact, I still can't see through birth, old age, sickness and death, and life and death.

"Lord, I don't want to work overtime" to take a leave of absence, is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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