I am a girl with low self-esteem, a flower blooming in the corner.
I never dare to face myself in front of the mirror.
Although, there are so many people in my life who love me.
But the inferiority complex is deep-rooted.
My life has always been incomplete because I have lost some memories.
When I look up at the sky, my eyes always turn red without realizing it.
I have low self-esteem and pessimism. I am just an ordinary girl.
But they all regard me as a treasure.
I was just an ice cube held in their palms, and I didn't need warmth.
When I am really moved by them, maybe I will melt!
In the early morning, I would always lie in front of the window and look at the night outside the window.
I wonder if he is also missing me when he stays up all night.
The joys and sorrows in life are always labeled as impermanent.
In life, in the lush branches, joys and sorrows are written repeatedly.
When the rainy season comes, perhaps the flowers at that time will bloom even more brilliantly!
I am waiting for the arrival of the rainy season, but my flower season is reserved for only one person.
I wonder, among the memories I have forgotten, is there someone who will always look at me and walk alone into the distance step by step?
I often have this awareness, and I often look back three times.
But who is waiting for me? Who gave me this pain?
As I walked with my head down, I seemed to have forgotten to look up at the sky.
When I was a child, I would often stand at the beach, lost in thought.
Looking at the sunset, it is gradually submerged by the sea...
Is it him that I miss, or is it the past that has long been submerged by the tide?
