In my memory, she was perfect on the stage, but in the mirror, she was incomplete.
When she was eighteen years old, her dream was shattered, her family was ruined, and she was alone and kept working hard for her dream.
For the sake of dreams, youth becomes wandering.
Life runs counter to your dreams, and you can only endure it silently.
Life has never been as perfect as a dance drama. It took Ximo nineteen years to understand this truth. In this case, let her dance a perfect song in his heart as the last attachment and tenderness.