好像终于有一点时间，什么都能做，却又什么都不想做。
好像想找人说说话，却发现聊的不过是家常便饭，激不起别人的兴趣。
那就这样，过了那天，人又仿佛感觉回到原点。何时又会有个那天？人生又会有几个那天？

I can't tell you how eventful is my life because it sometimes just slips away
Went running at late night yesterday, just to exhaust myself of the remaining strength and consciousness