The long road of life, choose one person to die. We all have ordinary and simple emotional dreams. But countless times in the road of life, I found myself just being dragged away by life. When you were just 23 or 4 years old, everyone was already playing the game of "snatch the bench". Whoever grabs it first will feel at ease, and those who can't grab it can only wait. But the person who grabs it is also not happy, where will it go? The days when I got close to the person I grabbed were riddled with holes, and I couldn't bear to look directly. I wish I had the courage to deal with all cruelty, anyway, I seem to be victorious over myself every time. I am not afraid of being ugly, but most afraid of lying to myself.
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