Everything in my childhood was like a dream. The prosperity and beauty disappeared before I could taste them carefully.
The fate of a young man is like a dream, with love and hate intertwined, as if it were a lifetime ago.
When I lost everything again in the blink of an eye, I realized that I had never learned to be good.
Nothing in the world belongs to only one person, those precious things will eventually be shared.
I am born in an illusion, and I can't tell the difference between illusion and reality.
The only thing that was clear was that clear call.