Does anyone know the origin of the sad country?

Its name is ☆ sad country ☆ ~ a country built on emotional ruins, I like to call it a lonely paradise ~ this is a corner where no one knows anyone. This is a person's city ~ choose loneliness ~ choose to miss this is a person's paradise ~ choose emptiness ~ choose to escape ~ choose to fall, and finally find that loneliness is also a kind of enjoyment ~ It turns out that loneliness is not me, but the place in this city from 2004 to 2009. It's just my one-man show ☆ Sad country ☆ ~ This injured city washed by sad texture ~ We belong to a group of similar love-hate relationships ~ ℡ Drunk lunatics hide behind ~ Their own short stories grow old in memory ~ He piles up immortal legends here with words ~ These stories irrigated with tears are secretly sad ~ Whether they can be clean or not depends on us. Seeing each other's wounds bleeding silk ~ like roses in full bloom in the sun ~ beautiful and distressing. We shake hands ~ I feel the warmth coming from each other's hands ~ Even if the temperature is slightly lower and a little cold, it still makes people feel that we depend on each other ~ Give each other a strong and encouraging look ~ It's just a little hurt, what are you afraid of ~ The injured life is perfect. We snuggled up ~ just a group of children who were afraid of cold and loneliness ~ hugging. Hugging together can resist the cold ~ watch me make up stories to drive away loneliness ~ After a series of painful memories ~ I have been in a sad country ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Dear ~ Come on! Can you visit my city? Baby ~ don't feel bad! Are we going to bury our sadness here? Come with me ~ don't hesitate! Unforgettable injury ~ just enjoy it with words! Invite you to be a neighbor! Let's dance * * * ☆ Sad country ☆ Under the stars! The blurred spine holds a proud posture ~ looking hard at the direction of the sad country ~ the moon perches lazily on the branches ~ thoughts keep slipping into deep pain. Smoke is like a song ~ white butterflies fly ~ deep feeling can't sing any more. Sad country, heroic and tragic sunset, like weeping ~ flying all over the sky ~ hovering low between the peaks of history ~ the time of falling is such a bitter and fragile fate. People's suspense life becomes blind and aimless ~ I don't know what to do in front of the cold screen every day ~ Maybe I want to escape the lonely mood ~ Maybe I want to drown myself in this dilapidated city until I am buried in an empty search ~ But I have been silent all my life ~ I have strangled all my beliefs ~ I will eventually be speechless and heartbroken, and I will never have a starting point ~ No one knows its end point ~ Then the sadness in my life will be endless. Smiling ~ hiding the wound of flesh and blood eversion ~ They always say that I smile really beautifully ~ That year ~ I took away her love ~ Her helplessness ~ Her promise entered a sad country ☆ ☆ ~ With sad words ~ Today, I vented the injustice of my fate and looked back at the words ~ Bit by bit ~ Instantly blurred tears deceived me ~ I didn't see the process of the world from clear to vague. It turns out that you are ready for a gorgeous turn ~ you said: from now on, there is only indifference between us ~ midsummer ~ I can't help shivering and watching the words lying quietly ~ broken ~ watching the diary that records eternal love for you ~ those hidden works. The painful but sweet time can't tell the pain in my heart ~ silence ~ silence for too long makes me unable to find the direction anymore ~ I panicked ~ it hurts to the extreme. Who is saying: when all hesitation becomes the price of heartache ~ loss is the best commemoration? Who is singing: Who is whispering every night ~ But who is who ~ Who can save who ~ There is only one performance without people ~ Who can predict whose fate and do it and cherish it ~ Learn to love yourself ~ If you don't love yourself ~ Who will love you? Her words came like a bolt from the blue ~ I woke up in a daze. I want to change this state ~ no matter what the outcome is, the morning sun is warm and soft ~ shining on the horizon. At this moment, the sad country woke up ~ it gradually rose from the ground. Laughing like a flower ~ I finally woke up from a deep sleep. Some people say that sadness is an unaccompanied journey ~ there is no starlight in the night sky on one side ~ there is no time to sing. I want to say ~ because you are by my side, sadness is no longer puffed up ~ ☆ The night sky in the sad country is full of stars ~ The lingering white butterfly sings dear ~ Let's wait for the wound to heal quietly in this sad imperial city ~ That's all. Fog is not fog ~ smoke is not smoke ~ I miss the rain in a quiet night ~ I can't get rid of my thoughts ~ There is a string of acacia in my heart ~ I mean fine fibers ~ I am deeply immersed in the wind, and when the candle shadow is chaotic ~ When acacia is thick, my heart becomes pale ~ It's never a beautiful night ~ I only hate the length of my hair ~ 3,000 acacia flowers are never wonderful ~ I listen to the wind sing ~ You write ~ You sing ~ I watch the flowers turn into flowers. What would you do? What if your career is screwed up by those bad guys? Are you angry? What if your life is not as beautiful as you originally wanted? Are you tired? What if you love the boat that capsized on a moonlit windy night? Are you sleepy? Life won't stop ~ you can still breathe ~ let's draw again with a pen. We agreed not to cry ~ put on a beautiful mask ~ A face of indifference transcends the fears and thoughts of life and death in a sad country ~ Quietly ~ Abandon the dust of the world ~ Step on beautiful words ~ Follow your lost shadow ~ With heartbreaking notes, sadness will become the light of your life ~ Drop in your mood. Rain and dew ~ call out the sound of rational nature ~ It is the nourishment for brewing achievements ~ Living in a sad country ☆☆☆ No matter what happens in the future ~ Let's cherish this love ~ Communicate ~ Share ~ Wander together ~ Let's * * * experience real sadness together ~ Only those who have been really hurt know ~ Only in sadness can we find our lost self ~ Only in sadness can we understand the short-lived value ~ Only in sadness can we cherish it. It is fragmented ~ the most primitive and simple emotion ~ Greeting you with the most beautiful and moving words ~ The most vicissitudes and melodious classical notes and the most melancholy picture scroll ~ Twist the sorrow of a thousand years into tortuous literary thoughts ~ Accompany the years ~ Savor the silent heaviness and desolation of that place ☆ Sad country ☆ ~ A lonely paradise where your heart can be placed ~ Destined to be sad ~ A song of love ~ Destined to be forgotten.