People don't know where they came from, they just pass away.
Where it comes from and where it goes.
What I am about to tell is a story. This story is true or false. Whether it is true or false is not important anymore. What is important is that I don't understand life either. I just have such real feelings in my heart. I am really troubled and troubled because of it. I can't find an outlet, so I just want to talk.
Have you ever imagined that the handsome Prince Charming braved the cold morning dew and was covered in the brilliance of the morning glow? He didn't have time to put on his coat, left his servants behind, and ran towards you covered in dust. You must have fantasized about it.
This is the dream that every unmarried girl has before looking forward to love.