There are always those days,
I like finding a spot by the Liujiang River and sitting down,
Letting time flow slowly away while spacing out,
Before my eyes, the bustling crowd,
As for me,
Just a quiet bystander.
Guangxi . Liuzhou . /Liuzhou
In the morning,
Stealing a moment for a cup of coffee,
Drinking as I walk,
The coffee grows colder and colder,
And people get drowsier and drowsier,
In the end,
The flavor has faded,
Since I don’t know when, everything has a date on it—bread expires, apples expire, except for that pile of books I don’t know when I’ll ever finish.
What you do is watched by heaven—three feet above your head, the gods are watching. Are everyone’s hands really that clean? Not necessarily. That’s why I sometimes deal with old books.
I’m a person quite abstract and polite, but I want a little surprise, and I’m nostalgic and conservative too. As long as curiosity remains, I’ll never expire, and I’ll always run into that so-called flutter of the heart.
Spent two hundred yuan at Wu Bai’s concert singing Wu Bai’s songs to Wu Bai outside the venue,
Awesome,
The biggest regret in life,
It’s just about hearing Wu Bai sing, properly and well…
Honest to the core, free and unrestrained, owing no debts, living up to every encounter—that’s me, a psycho…
Tianjin . /Tianjin
