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I am used to it. I am silent alone, wondering what I think, staring blankly at the ceiling, and my head is blank. I am also used to listening to the restless songs in the middle of the night, circulating the memories of the past. I don’t need to taste many things, because I need to stick to them. I am used to finding a piece of paper casually, writing my mood casually, typing casually, and collecting a diary casually, which makes people spit on me. I get used to it. There are no stars in Zhangzhou. I don’t need to look up, because I will hear shallow sighs. I got used to it. I imagined that I was flying with the elves in the forest, passing through the falling yellow leaves layer by layer, stroking the wings of butterflies, then flying to the wild and evil forest, and to the mouth of Lacoste. Get used to listening to corrupted music, indulging your mood, and then laughing secretly in the dark night. Used to satirizing the world sharply and laughing at those ignorant people. However, what did I get? I thought that I would be in the depth of human soul. I thought that nothing could be changed. I thought that unremitting carving would always penetrate the thick rock wall and see the sunshine. I thought, all the endings do not need to be repaid with promises. I thought that even the waiting for pain was happiness. I thought that the woman who dressed in the mirror in the attic would be a beautiful mirror, unfortunately, the world is always playing tricks on us. What we see is only false, but the truth is hiding behind the sunshine. I haven’t written such serious things for a long time, but now I’m not used to it, just like the brushwork long before and the distant memory, I have gone. I am still alive after leaving, enjoying every scene of the world and pulling down the window, seeing leaves falling, however, spring has just arrived. It’s so comfortable, pouring out like listening to rock and roll, swinging with the rhythm, every beat is embedded in my heart. The night was pulled down, who was lingering, while I was waiting quietly for tomorrow. The dormitory seemed to be very quiet. There was no sound of music. There was a person next to me, and there was still a person next to me. The ceiling was white, the humorous white satirized the blank space pulled by time under its eyes. The Collected Works of Lu Xun put aside with an old photo. It also opened its eyes and stroked the brand-new coat with Cherish. However, it never needed decoration, and it was really beautiful. Who will miss the lost things? Like an isolated paradise, who will disturb me?

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