The sky is bigger than I see, the road is more than long as I walk, and the hour hand is more than the ticking I hear.

Stopping and looking back, the years have gone through a complete circle.

But it's a gap for me.

It is the gap that I am willing to miss, leaving me with all the beginning years.

I was stunned and felt the constant vibration of the mobile phone, and the air was driven, so I silently picked it up and put it down.

The tip of the nose stays on a certain line, and I can't write any more, looking at the blank space below, I can only cover myself, and omit one by one on the stroke.

Once it becomes the past, it is a bit heavy to talk about the word now.

Nothing is contained in the head, and it can't hold anything, and it naturally moves forward with time.

It's just that I don't want to be like this, I don't have any emotions at all, I don't know the joys and sorrows, I don't know what to do to let myself feel it.

Let yourself be like this?

There's no way to control yourself, and you say, you're going to be sad now, you're going to be happy now, and if you really don't want anything, you don't want anything better, like a stone, a stake, quietly, quietly.

Everything will pass, for better or for worse.

Why is it that everything is concentrated in the joy of the day, no matter how high the mood is, as if waiting to be worn away little by little.

Fortunately, I didn't expect anything, even now that I was in trouble, fearless, and there was no need to smile bitterly.

I want to completely empty myself.

It's a helpless stroke.

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