I once wanted to write this book for one person, but to this day that person has not finished reading it.

Now I am alone, my sword has been given to me, and my pen is bald.

A few years ago, when I was experiencing the same thing, I wrote, "Don't forget your noise, and I will cherish it."

But now I don't even cherish it.

Once upon a time, there was music outside the window one summer, called "I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated".

You asked me to sing it to you, and I said I couldn't sing because my voice was hoarse.

I hear this song again today, and I want to sing it, but I still can't sing it...... Because my voice was choked.

I still put those pink slippers at the door of my bedroom every day.

When I look back like this, I'm like, oh, it's still in that room.

So every day when I open the door and go home, I say, little monkey, I'm back, I've bought you something delicious.

And then I think you're going to say, "Hmph, you're going to have to feed me all of them."

I said, yes, yes, but leave me a little bit!

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

Is it love or inertia that makes me so sad.

I could find a thousand reasons and reasons to tell myself not to be sad, but I was still alone.

Because half of my life has been drained......

It's even heavier.

Xiaobao was sleeping on my lap, and he was snoring just now.

Mimi was squatting next to the bowl. I just fed them cat food and might want to eat it.

I miss you with them.

That night the two of them jumped onto the chair you had sat in and meowed at your computer desk.

Are they asking where their mother is?

You know that if you want to win the heart of one person, the white head will not be separated.

I just want to be together. I don't care about anything.

I'm learning this song, and I'll sing it well. You also say I'm a male god......

I really want to keep writing this book these days, but I need too much alcohol to anesthetize myself.

But if one day I can continue to write this book, won't I miss you anymore?

I lost my voice. (To be continued......)