I don't know whether their stories，mostly tode by themselves，could be called as tragidies. Anywhy the purpose of their living is to sacrifice time after time.
用考场的严肃纪念无奈的辛酸。
用满分的态度吟唱零分的低喁。
云游的诗人呵，
已经远去。
谱架上面，
是永远拉不熟的旋律。
（不保证每一篇的悲凉都是那么直接，即使笑了，也请告诉他们，你在为他们哭泣。）