Over the years, words have become more like my friends and my home. Every time I feel empty and write something, my heart will gradually become more at ease. I like those beautiful but irreversible eternities in the pen, and I also like those silly tortures. Even if they hurt, they still make me feel warm, because they have faith in love. In reality, there are too many things that are vulnerable. In the story, we can happily dream and enjoy our own eternal life.