End of line, not the end of story.
Once again, abandoning the past and beginning a new journey.
A kind of illusion.
A bottle of iced beer and four skewers.
Sometimes I don’t know how to stop gracefully.
Do Nothing。（其实是潜意识的一场尖叫）
A layer of fog settles over life.
Why did you not leave when the war began? — Because this is my motherland and my home.
This piece could have carried a far more cynical title.
Left hand cannot type.
Quarrels