Dear Cheems:

The appellation bestowed upon me is also Cheems,yet I do not bear a resemblance to your persona.My monotonous existence,repeating day after day, (is) like an incessant chime resounding within the heart of a withering tree.I adore each new dawn immeasurably,yet inner tranquility eludes me still.It felt as if I were merely an observer in a motion picture while others moved about,and I remained stagnant.I beseech that reality surpasses fiction's wonders and life is not sadder than fictional plots.I implore for my life to be akin to a movie.Let me comfort pain and sorrow head-on.Let me leap into the tempestuous emberace of destiny.I refuse to remain stationary,witnessing the gradual decay of my numb remnants piece by piece.Instead,allow me to face adversity and anguish headstrong.I yearn for a realm where I can listen intently with heightened senses,where nourishment embraces every morsel consumed,where pristine air fills our lungs alongside sweet water quenching our thirsts.A place avoid of sorrow or any need to contemplate it,until one closes their eyes only to feel autumn rain seeping through soil caressing their hair——a moment when they embrace the entire world within themselves.Behold,at this very moment.I am descending into yet another demise before your eyes,bereft of any sanctuary or escape route with nowhere to seek solace.I shall witness my mundane existence shatter in the abyss of darkness.So,henceforth,preceding that……

純手打，標(biāo)點(diǎn)也是自己加的（英語(yǔ)很渣，有錯(cuò)輕噴）