It's not cold today.
Sitting in the second seat by the window in the classroom,
I held the sky outside.
Weekdays are always very beautiful, blue is gone,
There was only this lifeless off-white tone.
A little bit of damp water in the air,
I was sucked into my lungs at a temperature slightly lower than my body temperature.
This air enters my nasal cavity with breathing movements,
Through my trachea, eventually oxygen fell to the lungs to sustain my life,
The depressed feeling penetrated into my heart directly.
Every word and every inch in the nerve line is full of such words.
So hard, who will save me?
Anyone can, save me anyway ...
How could you say that?
It really doesn't look like myself at all.
Always block with something else before you say this.
"You won't be able to survive this way. You are really wasteful."
"Fold up your tears and hold me alone."
"Give me a smile and go forward."
Now, can you please?
I don't seem to be able to do it.
I really want to go back to Hong Kong.
Eat in a familiar store.
Staying in his room, open his computer and play with March.
Lai at home to eat and sleep.
Back to the middle school to visit the teacher and school siblings.
Back to church, back to everyone in the group.