I don't know what I am. There is no garbage in schools without anyone. Find the mass and smile

My memory has become ambiguous in recent months. A headache of unknown origin occurs if it tries to remember. From when. That is, there is no school. Since then, class garbage has become a class member job... I have to go to school on holiday, but I only reply with Li o e from my boss. I wonder why. My thoughts stop when I try to remember my heart. This is all that forms me now. Stop but not forward. This is not pleasant and does not fall down, and it cannot remember the important thing. I don't know. The fact is clear and clear. And today the garbage is heavy...