I woke up from a fog five years ago,
I was shocked to find that I was no longer the little girl in my memory.
The missing five years of memory are another five years...
Have you ever prayed when you were fourteen and hit the fast forward button on life hard after a nightmare. When I didn't want to open my eyes, my dream actually came true.
But I know that that piece of memory was blown away by a tornado in a certain storm, split by lightning, and contained by thunderclouds.
But it seems that the girl in the mirror still looks familiar. The smile on my lips no longer feels difficult to put on.
Life will always go on, and I choose to move forward...
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to write a copy. Because it is the third of three lives, HE is the inevitable ending.