Who am I? Who am I?

Lying on the bed with closed eyes, the mobile phone next to him playing music, as if sleeping in sleep to look back on their past, childhood time, adolescence, adolescence, when they were wives and mothers, until today's lonely days, the memories of the past, the happy and happy times are less and less, the suppressed emotions in the heart have been supported by inexplicable faith, and I don't know which day and which moment will suddenly collapse.

Who am I? Who am I? This question came up out of nowhere, but it occupied my heart very appropriately, why am I the way I am today? Why am I bearing all this today? I shouldn't have been like this, so where did I go? Where did I come from now? When will I be able to find the original me? This became a puzzle in my heart. So I want to write my own story for more than forty years, maybe I will have the answer I want to know, I don't know if this is true!

I don't know if you across the screen, do you have the same feeling as me, although this is a memoir-like small article that I wrote to myself, but I also hope that you can help me find the original me in it, thank you!