最终的结局我早已知道。终有一天,我将带着身上的伤痕离开人世。我知道了,我永远无法抹去这些疤痕,就像只要我继续活着,就会有更多的疤痕在身上出现一样。它们就是我的一生,我的历史。已经是晚上8点多,天已完全黑了。我站在窗户前,远处是城市边缘稀疏零落的灯火。身后的房间黑沉沉的,一盏灯都没有开。7点左右,我按自己的生活习惯把电脑打开,可我一个字也写不出。我的手下意识地在键盘上敲击着, The final outcome I already knew. One day, I will die with the wounds on my body. I know, I can never erase these scars, as long as I continue to live, there will be more scars appeared in the body. They are my life, my history. It is already more than 8 pm, the sky is completely dark. I stood in front of the window, in the distance is the sparsely lit lights on the edge of the city. Dark room behind the room, a light did not open. About 7 o’clock, I press my computer to open living habits, but I can not write a word. My hands were consciously tapping on the keyboard,