She didn't understand why there were always so many people trying to be attentive to her when her parents were alive, but when her parents were gone, those people disappeared.
She could never understand why the human relationship between people was so weak.
Why do those aunts and sisters with whom she usually chatted so happily, now stay away from her whenever they see her, without even saying hello? It wasn't until she met Qingqing that she understood the so-called worldliness. . .
Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes. How long does it take for you to feel like a spring dream? Going like a cloud in the morning, nowhere to be found.
Maybe you will still think of me, just like a flower that never blooms again.