I used to trust fairy tales so much, I used to expect so much that one day a prince riding a white horse would appear in front of me, and I used to believe and promise the eternal oath so easily. However, looking back, the road behind us was so bumpy. I stood at the corner, looked back and saw me holding my own shadow crying, saw me stretching out my trembling hands to caress my tear-stained face, and heard my aggressive voice calling my name softly. I watched my childhood slipping by in the wind, extremely brilliant and short-lived; I watched my youth escape from my clutches and only give me a look of contempt.