When we are young, we are all ugly ducklings, holding on to the dream of a glass slipper, expecting the prince to come on horseback and find the small, inconspicuous self in the crowd. It was only when I grew up that I realized that romance is all a lie. Land Rovers are driven by old men, and there are no young and rich handsome boys. But despite this, after learning more about the world, I still hope that you will dream, work hard, and be naive and persistent to find your place, meet the right person, and bloom the most beautiful flowers in your own world.