Talk to a depressed circle of friends.

The mood in the circle of friends is low. Say yes, you have stars in your eyes, and you never gave me one. There is a sea in your arms, but I have never even heard the sound of the sea. The sky is not always clear, and the sun is not always bright, so it is harmless to cry occasionally when you collapse.

Talk about depression.

Love hasn't come yet, and the most painful days are just tests and exams. I felt a lot of pressure at that time. In retrospect, it was too small. I will keep running until the end of the world, with all my courage, persistence, forbearance and a lonely heart.

Nothing can't be forgotten. I will always forget you, first your appearance, then your voice, and what you said. Not now, but in the future. There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.