I spread my broken thoughts across the field and became a person who would never have a fixed abode. (From Xin Di's "Collection of Palms")
A poet with the same name as me had the same realization as me.
I neither understand the complicated past nor hurt my deepest lover, let alone the unforgettable love.
In contrast, I am not an older leftover girl, but I have no ideals about love.
Now I just need a child to fill my parents' chests.