The whole poem of a boy who prefers sadness.

Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, the middle wall of Shuboshan Road

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words.

Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

This?