Late at night, lying on the bed without sleep, lamenting that I had failed so badly, I couldn't help but feel sad from it, suddenly, there were a few stray dogs barking outside the window, I thought it had not eaten enough, and although I had no fixed place to live, I didn't achieve anything, but at least I couldn't sleep hungry, I couldn't help but feel at ease, and I slept sweetly.
This is in my draft box, and I can't sleep well now, it's miserable