Tomorrow morning, the air will be frosted and the fog of the speech blurs your vision. Didn’t you wake up?

A faint loneliness, alone, quiet as if there was an illusion. Who are you saying hello to?

I rubbed my eyes, and when I sat up, the quilt slipped down and shivered suddenly. It was winter...

I picked up my phone and found a message, which was a name I knew and was unfamiliar with. I thought about it for a moment, he.

I walked very far, but seemed to have been close to me, and stopped here, but I was very happy.

Yes, then see you again, 2018, then you are OK, 2019.

Happy New Year's Day, you are working hard.

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Chapter completed!