The end of year is coming. The end of year is coming. "How time flies!" I always have the same idea at this moment but also expect the fresh start. My lives won't have any different in next year maybe. I still like to listen to music. I still take a walk after get off work. I still writing at secluded midnight. I still love the same boy,Charles. However,there is nothing wrong with what I'm doing now. I love who I am at present.