The most horrific thing for me is no memory in my life. I want to remember every thing in detail around me - happiness, sadness, melancholy and my falling. When the age is old, I can addict myself to memory, priding for it, splurging it.
My daily experience, feeling, thinking would be recorded in this blog. There are too many secrets.
一个星期好像又要过去了，什么事情都没发生，让人伤心。