The angel wandering under the scorching sun is the most brilliant but also the loneliest. The wanderer wandering in the darkness is the most helpless yet freest. Everything can only prove that the past is still the past, and the origin of memories is just a shadow following behind in the rapid escape. Life turns out to be born on a smile, and those who escape fate can only choose to cry. In the past, I was just like a kite with its string broken, lingering alone in the sky, chasing the end of life...
Note: Dear readers, I'm sorry! I gave up because I suddenly realized that my writing is really poor, I can't describe the plot, and I can't fully grasp the development of the story. Here, I solemnly apologize to the readers who support me!