Too many words, too many ideas, don't know how to express them. This book is going to say goodbye to everyone, and I will rest for a long time, and I will return.

I once thought about the ending of the story, trying to make it perfect, but it showed this effect, but it took all my strength.

I lost my original intention, I can't find the original one.

I really want to stick to the readers who like me, but I think that what I am writing now is perfunctory.

After the new document was broken, I tried to write it up and write it again and again. Every time I sit in front of the computer, there is a sense of guilt. It’s like the two books in front of it cost too much enthusiasm and brains, so that the latter is not satisfactory.

I think I am quite a failure. The author has something, but I gradually feel that I am losing. Powerless.

very sorry.

The group will be dissolved,

Thanks to the readers who have always supported me.