It's already autumn, a very beautiful season for memories.
I remember the mild and cool autumn when I was in Holland
There were so many golden fallen leaves on the ground.
They lay on the ground with a lonely posture,
waiting for their bodies to be crushed by the cars, bikes, and people's shoes.
And then the city became quiet. The sky was grey.
Compared with spring bloosoms, the lonely quiet autumns are always better for me.
Walking alone on the street, enjoying the golden leaves,
It's easy to become emotional.
Living in the city with wacky dreams, sometimes I just feel so empty.
The reality seems to be too complicated at times.
When things are too clear, I just feel indifferent and bored.
When things aren't clear, I feel panic and worried.
The feeling is like putting headphones in the ears,
and turning the volumn up to the extreme, till the ears hurt
It feels like being separated from the world.
It feels like my existence has nothing to do with this world.