I heard that a new neighbor moved next door to their house.
Although there is basically no communication between neighbors in modern society,
But she just thinks the neighbor's house is so strange.
The son never leaves the house, lying around day and night;
It's not vampires, bats, and owls;
My mother is very nervous and inexplicable
Why do you want to be mysterious and create a sense of presence?
But that boy always reminded her of the goldfish raised in the water on the table, and his gentle face was dazzling.
Living alone and swimming freely; as he swam, he swam into her heart;
Should she proudly wear the glass slippers of her dreams and approach the belated fairy tale; or should she comfortably wear slippers and run towards the unanticipated happiness?