一字开头的年龄已经到了尾声。或许是愧疚于自己似乎把转瞬即逝的很多个不同的日子过成了同一天的样子;或许是追溯过去,对自己那些近乎偏执的怪异信念的醒悟,这些天以来,思绪一直很凌乱,在脑海中不断纠缠。总觉得自己自己似乎应该去做点什么,或者写点什么。二十年的人生轨迹深深浅浅,突然就感觉到有些 The beginning of the word has come to an end. Perhaps guilty of having seemed to have made the same day appear to be the same day on many different days; perhaps the retrospective of the past, the disillusionment of one’s own almost paranoid weird beliefs that have been messy these days, Constantly entangled in my mind. Always feel yourself should seem to do something, or write something. Twenty years of life deep and shallow, suddenly felt a bit