Clear, clear, never again.
After all, we still failed to live up to such simplicity and beauty. When we were young, we thought we could change the world. In the end, what we still cannot escape is the entanglement of fate.
At first, I was so attached to that feather that I was afraid that if I puckered my lips, it would be blown away by the wind and disappear. Now, I hate it for being frivolous, hating it for being powerless, and hating it for being heartless. Unless I hold it tightly in my heart, it will leave quietly at any time.
"I always thought I hated snow because they have a cold nature and are completely hypocritical. But later I discovered that I actually just hate myself, who has the same cold nature and hypocrisy as snow."
I vaguely remember Wan Qixi's words, which are quite sad.
But unfortunately, I am the same as her.
I hate feathers. It is obviously something frivolous at heart, but it has the purest and gentlest attitude.
Actually, what I hate... Is myself.
Oh, goodbye. Goodbye, may we never see you again forever.
Hello, my Cheng Wan.