In a bad mood, in a mess.

I don't know what to say. It could be messy. . This may make you feel worse. But I just want to talk to someone. If you don't want to feel worse, you don't have to look down. . . .

I began to learn to be confused and wonder what happened around me. Have I changed or has everyone changed?

Someone once asked me: Do you know why snow is white? I shook my head. She told me: because it forgot its original color.

I have never understood what the value of my existence is and what I am pursuing in this season.

I feel like I just stayed where I was and didn't move forward. The original belief has become blurred.

I don't believe everything around me. What is truth? Is everyone right? Won't the so-called science become unscientific one day? What is real? What kind of world is this? . .

Confusion keeps appearing in my mind.

Yes, I pretend to smile carefree every day, but I really feel happy only when I look up at the sky.

I don't know how people around me live. Looking at them makes me more confused.

What begins will not end,

Even if you want to pretend you don't understand,

But still wandering on the road,

Can you really wake up like that?

When will you really wake up? . . . . . . .