“Hello?”

“Xiao Lu?”

He sighed. There was only one person who called him by that nickname. “What?” he replied with an irritatedvoice.

“Are you going to go home tonight?”

“No.”

“Okay then.”

That was a short conversation. Short, but it did make him felt unhappy.Aish, he wished he never got a phone call.

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Looking at the clock, there is no time for me, now goodbye.
Looking at the calendar, there is no memory for me, now.

Looking at the phone, there is no connection for me, now.
Looking at the mirror, there is no me, now.

Of becoming a book that no one will read,
Of becoming a song that no one will listen,
Of being abandoned like a film in an empty theatre,
I’m afraid.