There are some regrets that I can never make up for. No one knows how unhappy I was when I chose to be squeezed into this so-called stewardess tribe... I can only use the tip of my pen to describe myself with these slightly sad and gorgeous words. Occasionally, I will cry when I recall the days we have walked together. I try my best to freeze the thoughts that I thought I didn't care about but that penetrated my heart. I can only stop and go like this.