The breath that was exhaled could not be dissolved and formed into lumps, condensing disappointment in reality and the emptiness of life. Where do people like me, who are bored, lonely, and paranoid, fall?

I couldn't calm down, and the words were floating in the air. The breath that was exhaled could not be dissolved and formed into lumps, condensing disappointment in reality and the emptiness of life. Breathing was rapid, a stone was pressed on my heart, and the breath I exhaled was driven back by the end of life.

I can't find any way to fight back. Where do people like me, who are bored, lonely, and paranoid, fall? The flowers can fall on the soil, and the seeds will germinate in turn. The waves break into the sea water and find their home. Air melts into air. It's just me, my feet, and my blood vessels can't connect to a warm place. They gradually moved away from me. My words are connected to my heart. When my heart no longer has the support, the heart has no support, and the words lose the harbor.

If the heart withers, it will wither, shrink, and lose its vitality. Of course, words are a reflection, not a force. The background of the times is a consideration. Behind me as an individual is a larger group. Why is this happening? Why is my heart floating in the air? I can't find any basis for this.

No one tells you how to go. Most people don't need to know how to get there. They just go in one direction. When people don't need to think, their hearts sink. This feeling is very subtle. In modern language, it is called lying flat. Of course, it’s not just about being flat in the workplace, but also losing confidence and tension in everything. Although this is considered a negative response, it is like death finding the entrance to hell and stopping struggling.

"struggles". Only when people are struggling can their hearts not be grounded. I've been struggling my whole life. The struggle against desire, the struggle against faith, the struggle against pain. My words can also reveal to you the powerlessness of my struggle. There is an expectation that is unwilling to fall, and there is also a shackles of despair.

has nothing to do with this land. Because we have so many role models here. When you fail, anyone can give you a counterexample. Therefore, failure is not allowed here, and there is no room for the so-called "failure gene". Those who fail are like being sent to a gas chamber, sentenced to death by the times. They may work harder than anyone else and desire victory, but luck, family background, and experience ruin their future.

Part of my struggle is struggling for those people. When I saw them, I seemed to see myself. Equal lives, unequal weight. My heart is hanging in the air, I don’t know when I can let it go. Words that do not cater to public sentiment have their own emotions.