After the college entrance examination, I thought that if I got my first acceptance letter and went to that university, maybe I was now a lawyer, but fate arranged for me to go to college. At that time, I was interested in everything around me, there were tall buildings, gorgeous costumes, expensive luxury cars and so on. The hardest thing to endure is to look at the night outside the dormitory window, from temptation to longing, from fascination to fear.
I remember listening to the radio often at that time, and wearing headphones to listen to the host's very magnetic and deep interpretation. The whole world has also changed with the broadcast content. They are all night returns, and the theme and content of this issue make me remember very deeply. Listening to the music on the radio, I couldn't help but think that it was late at night, and there were still sparse pedestrians on the road, I don't know if they had already eaten dinner, and whether they felt cold walking in the snow. There were also bright lights in the office building, and they were working overtime. Their families are estimated to be waiting for them to return home safely before they can sleep peacefully. My parents slept at this time, they often came out early and returned late, and their hearts were a little heavier.
A person who often loses sleep always likes to heal himself with wild thoughts. And so it goes day after day, until work. Stayed in a city that made me dream of making me drunk. It is also often overtime, often late return. The house I rented had only eight square meters of living room, a bed and a chair, and a cabinet that could only hold one person's clothes. Originally the space was very small, and it was a mess, occasionally drunk, and no one knew anyway, and there were not so many concerns. Maybe it's a catharsis, how many lives have been illuminated by the neon of the city, and how many dreams have been destroyed.