I often think about whether I was too happy when I was a child, and when I grow up, I have to bear the pain of my mother's death. Since when did I lose my mother's warm smile on my birthday? When did I learn to disguise myself. Under the mask, I only reveal myself around familiar people. Fairy tales are just fairy tales and will never appear in reality. The first time I met You, you are an angel. When we meet again many years later, who knew that angels can turn into demons. I thought that demons would not be sad. Who knew that tyranny is also a mask for you to disguise your fragile heart. When did you start to stay in my heart, making my eyes never leave you again? Suddenly I had the idea of holding hands with you until the end of my life. . .