hug yourself

everything that happened in the past,

The good, the bad, the sad, the sad, are all real records in my life

Engraved full of traces, waiting for a day when the memories are tumbling, I can feel the emotions at that time again

Just like a historical review of Facebook, seeing myself a few years ago,

Laughing and dancing, like sadness has nothing to do with me

But at this time, I am browsing and reviewing myself, not only with mixed tastes, but also in depression and loneliness

Lost the center of gravity, live without myself, life is all compromise

Can you, time goes by, can you tell your past self

Do what you want to do, don't settle, don't feel wronged, and love yourself well.