I was in chaos, and I realized that this was not my destiny, but my body was bound by the swamp and I couldn't help myself; you stretched out your arms to pull me out of the mire, bathing in the clear warmth; your face was so handsome, and your eyes were so beautiful Such warmth; the long-lost comfort made me dance to my heart's content, I danced, you see; I enjoyed the happiness you brought wantonly, forgetting the suffocation in the chaos; it was you who healed me who was dying, and replaced me with a radiant me.
However, one day you will leave, taking the beauty around you with you. I will return to the swamp. You said, this wonderful illusion is a gift from God, it will take me out of my predicament.
I have cried, complained, complained about the unfairness of the world, complained about the unfavorable fate, and experienced the sadness of not being able to recognize my talents. After being tortured by self-doubt, I fell into a trance, day and night, and half my life has passed when I look back. From then on, life is like a dream, coming and going, happy and sad, just like a dream before waking up, waking up to play an illusory dream. Suddenly it seems transparent, but sometimes sentimental and sometimes confused. But I can only live the rest of my life in mediocrity.
Love what I love, do what I should do, have a lover, care for a pair of children, and have three generations under the same roof. This is my blessing, and I have nothing else to ask for.
Some preferences are both gifts and disasters.
Life is like a dream. When she wakes up, she only wishes that "life would be like the first time we met"...
