Today, I don't have the habit of writing a diary, and I should say that there are more and more bad habits. Gradually, the rules of life became chaotic, and everything changed.

My tomorrow is already in the dark...... All burnout turns into silent sighs. Still waiting at that intersection for me and you or strangers next to me, the last enthusiasm of the hustle and bustle of the city at night.

The glass windows are like old movies frame by frame, and the sprinkler washes away the memories of the city. People come and go, trying to feel good, but the smile on their faces is buried by their mood.

(It's another rainy day) got off the bus, passing by the familiar stop signs, the familiar snack street, but I couldn't find the familiar people.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

"The Little Tail of Youth" book for tomorrow is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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