turning around is your special skill; knotting is your strength; watching something helplessly is the way that you deal with your self; feigning madness and acting like an idiot is because there is someone titillate the sole of your foot; sighing is the only excuse.
after the end of a few months' busy life, the non-faded black circles and the dim and starry pimples start to appear, you suspect that they all want to become moles to stay on your face forever; being in a daze in front of the mirror with sleepy eyes, collapsed face, too red mouth, so displeased. the day after the end, my head hurt because i have been blown by the cold wind for two days. you wake up tiredly; you fall again after 12 hours.