When I wrote the first words in those old notebooks, the time and space between us was suddenly broken.
Understand your growth, understand your choices, feel sorry for your pain, and discover a true heart in the words soaked in tears day and night.
There is a confidant of mine hidden in the diary, and I know that my true heart can still be seen by others, and the real me can be boldly released.
My heart was still bleeding, silently. When I looked back, I saw flowers blooming along the way. It was hard to tell whether it was reality or fantasy.
Purpose: Women's self-reliance and national sentiments