Aging is slowly sprouting in my heart, threatening to spread throughout my body, swallowing up the little confidence I still have in my appearance. Facing the mirror, I smiled with a rare smile, hoping to convey the positive energy of happiness, but what made me alert the fastest was the small wrinkles appearing in the corners of my eyes.
There is no doubt that I am getting older and I am losing my girlish face and innocence, replaced by evil and aggressive eyes. If this continues, even the qualification to wait will gradually be lost, and even the opportunity of life will be delayed. Fear, fear, no matter how many words you use, will ultimately express your inner regret.
If there were no painful memories of the past period, after all, there would be nothing worth boasting about in my youth. Even after that, my life slipped into another unknown direction, a direction far away from expectations.