What is your heart like
I look back on my life and capture the moments, both happy and sad.
I thought that after the passage of time, when I think about it again, it will be as dull as water.
But unexpectedly, life is like a play. Once you appear on stage, you are destined to end the play of this life.
Then I thought about it countless times in the long night, sorting out and tasting the warmth and coldness of human relationships, joys and sorrows, love and hatred, blending them into my blood and carving them into my bones.
Then I realized: whether it is sour, sweet or bitter, it is my life after all. After all, there is no real plainness in this world.
(*Those with emotional mysophobia should be careful.
This article is thunderous, the costumes are mixed and matched, and the characters are called confusingly... Be careful!
However, everyone is warmly welcome to catch bugs.
The speed of following the article is comparable to that of a turtle, but I will never abandon the article.
Your collection and comments are the motivation for me to write articles, thank you very much. )