A paper full of nonsense and a handful of bitter tears
It is said that the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning?
I borrowed the poem "Dream of Red Mansions" to start the chapter, but I couldn't find the first draft. I thought it was pretty good, and I had revised the first draft several times. I can only write absurdly based on a little impression. Actually this is a very simple story. I don't want to write about friendship, betrayal, love, or ambition. I just want to write about misses, struggles, and fate.
We can never do too much, and we can only ever do so much. Although we no longer want to recall the past and no longer want to shake ourselves, one day we will face regrets that we will never admit in our lives. We have a tragic ending, but we will never choose a different path at the beginning.