I thought that with a gorgeous new life, I could become a swan that could escape from the cage and spread its wings and soar.
However, God's will plays tricks on people, and their lives are like ants.
The so-called beautiful things turned into a mirror with only one choice, never to return, and finally ended cruelly with the word "reality"
The lilacs beside the lattice are as fragrant as ever, but they are invisible but have no soul...
The wind sends me sorrow, and the fragrance of flowers is like thoughts. Can you feel it on the other side of the flower?