The night in the countryside is silent and quiet, and you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat. Lying in bed, counting your past, it has been seven years in the blink of an eye!
For seven years, I didn't think about what I would do, but I ended up living the life I once despised. I am still sleepless for eating, living and traveling every day; I am still powerless in the face of my parents who are getting old; I am still sighing for the lost days; I am still circulating in the strange circle of falling and getting up; I am still constantly crossing one pit after another... I'm still there, still haven't given up, still can't get anything done!
Seven years! There could have been many things to do, to love someone, to choose a city. However, it seems that my seven years are just a circle, and I will return to the original point again without reincarnation, whether life is too ruthless or I am too cowardly. Today, seven years later, I met me seven years ago, the ultimate similarity, hello, seven years ago me, don't come unharmed!
There is still some relief, seven years of time, not only added some wrinkles, but also refined a shameless heart. I shamelessly tried over and over again; shamelessly failed again and again; shamelessly tried over and over again. I have not given up, although sometimes, physically and mentally exhausted, I want to be relieved! I was shameless, shameless enough to be willing to disguise myself as a clown of life, shameless enough to tear my scars apart again and again to make others happy to sprinkle salt, shameless enough to be a soulless and itchy skull. In this way, I have a strong heart and can face all kinds of right and wrong in life.
Seven year itch, give me this, so and so, or so!