When the ugly duckling turns into a swan, it means happiness. Cinderella is still Cinderella after twelve o'clock, and am I the same? Beauty always has a time limit, right? When it's time to go back, it's hard to keep it. It doesn't matter if it lasts forever, it only cares about what you once had. Once you have it, you won't be willing to give it up, and you want it to last forever. The youth that I desperately want to keep is just a fake mask pasted on the traces left by the years. No one can take it away from me, and it's not because I don't force it. If God wants to take away his love for me, I don't care anymore. I have seen everything clearly and tested myself. The beautiful memories are enough to support the pain in the second half of my life. What I could bear before is the same now and will be the same in the future. Beauty is sometimes a mistake, and the pain cannot be restored after positioning.