At one o'clock in the morning, the room was quiet, but I still couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning remained the same.
I looked at the portrait of Nietzsche hanging on the wall, the corners of my mouth and eyes seemed to be taunting me: You, a vulgar mortal, want to become a superman, it is extremely ridiculous.
When I looked at the portrait of Nietzsche, my eyes suddenly became a little numb, but deep in my eyes seemed to be a sad look, which I couldn't describe.
Oh, this rotten youth
Oh, this black loneliness
Oh, this abyss of ignorance
?Since you are sinking at this time, then sink forever. Since you are sinking at this time, then sink to the bottom. I am already dead