I twist off the hairspring to seek self-respect. Every day is swaying, and I remember my arrogance. Who is stirring the beautiful durians, and a few stars of sunshine are shining through the window.
The brilliant flowers are also sent in spring, forgetting the decay, falling into the dust together. Things are different, people are not in vain, and the clouds are flying and the wild geese are dreaming.
Ps: There are too many flaws in this article from the background setting to the rationality of the plot. I haven't decided whether to revise it before writing it or revise it after writing it. I'll just take it up and put it aside and save it in a file.