I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

I don't know, I really don't know how long I can hold on. When I suddenly feel depressed, I really think so. Sometimes some things can fool others, but not yourself.

I don't know where I am when I feel the wind at the tuyere, but I know there is a wind blowing.

When I stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at the mountain in front of me, I suddenly felt so small that I didn't even have the courage to climb it. How sad I am.

Maybe someone will say, "Can you be a man? Mud can't help the wall. Are you still a man? "

I will have the cheek to say, "I'm not even mud. Of course I'm not on the wall. As for whether I am a man or not, I dare not define myself. "

A lot of times, I don't want to explain too much. That's what I do. I'm afraid I won't explain, or it's useless to explain too much. As long as I think what you said is right, I will admit it and take the road I chose.

In these years, when a person walks in a strange and familiar place, he will feel that it is not these cities that are becoming more and more strange, but the people living in them. When I entered the city, I felt its familiarity, but I saw one strange face after another. So I'm the extra one.

Not this city, but entering this city, not that person, but pretending to be warm and familiar, saying those insincere words, making people feel that they can warm countless lonely people.

Helpless true self, can't feel the so-called hospitality, the so-called warmth, maybe behind the story, it's just merciless injuries again and again.

Some people say: "Although the ice is thin, human feelings are even thinner." Dare not say more. I only feel that these simple words are slowly stuck in my heart one after another. Like a thorn, it hurts if you don't pull it out, but it hurts even more if you pull it out. I choose to shorten it and keep it in my heart forever. It hurts when you think about it, but it doesn't break out if you don't want it, like an invisible pain. I can feel it again and again.

Of course, many times I force myself to squeeze out those weird smiling faces, and my heart may hurt, but when I don't laugh, it seems that it doesn't hurt, and everything goes back to the past.

I don't know, I really don't know, how long can I hold on?

Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled unnaturally. It turned out that it told itself, "What's so sad about smiling?"

I dare not speak. I looked at myself in front of me for a long time. I don't know what I saw or what I was thinking. I saw how many similar water drops were attached to the bright mirror, which unconsciously blurred myself in the mirror.

When I can't see myself, I have some unspeakable weakness and stay in the mirror forever. I can't find myself.

I said to the mirror, "I don't know, I really don't know." How long can I last? " There is only one sentence in my mind.

Insist, smile, insist, and leave the rest to others. I'm thinking: I'll hold on, hold on.

Hang in there. How long? ...