"Once a person is intoxicated with his own weakness, he will continue to be weak, and he will fall on the street, fall to the ground, or fall to a place lower than the ground in front of everyone's eyes."
Alice spent a vacation reading "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera.
The thrilling words awakened the dreamer, and I couldn't restrain myself for a long time, so I copied it into a notebook.
This is her life.
About the ordinary, about ideals, about reality, about the future, about a period of time that is not perfect but has no regrets.
Very slow to heat up.