The philosopher sitting in the café, than my unique brother, I want to have a mineral water on the bar, my sister sister's smeared painted, as if the world is in their number of square meters. , I am here, sing boring songs. Friends sat in the teahouse, opened a few tables to start mahjong, sitting on the sofa, honestly smiling with the girl who had been familiar with, they said their stories, talking about some obscure jokes, the world is still like this This is still the case, I am Jeason Zhao, I am here, silently existed, live like air.
