I often feel a little dazed for no reason. The days flowed slowly like this, stable and calm, day after day, but I didn't feel boring. My life in Australia is simple and stable. I study here with my family, and my family of three is peaceful and orderly. On weekdays, I take care of my daughter, take time to learn English, and occasionally work part-time. My days are quiet, fulfilling, and peaceful.
It's just that in some ordinary moments when there is no wind or waves, old things will always come up in my heart. Those fragments of youth that have been quietly buried in the depths of the years will always come up inadvertently. In a daze, they are pulled back to the day when they first stepped into the university sixteen years ago.
Intention: Happy and painful growth