I just watched the blog of the old Tang, the 7th is about to go; today is No. 2. I don't know if he is going to Beijing or continue to stay in Shanghai, life really doesn't know what it is.
In fact, drifting, I feel that it is not my own city, and I don't know if it is the character of our generation, or the fate of our birth. From the countryside, go back to naturally impossible; go to the drift and feel tired, what is life?
I don't want to think, I don't know what will I do tomorrow!
