When she was sixteen, someone asked her if she was happy. She could smile innocently and nod affirmatively.
When she was twenty, no one would ask her if she was happy. Likewise, she had no time to care about this issue.
When she was twenty-five, she no longer knew what happiness was. Living in a bustling city, I feel lonely and lonely.
But she met him.
At a startling glance, everything is still.
Whose eyes did this striking love appear in?