I once thought that life was like smoke, like a dream, without expectations, and would not love
I once thought that in the game of love, dreams and shadows accompany each other, I won't care, I will stick to my favorite
I once thought that if I give sincerely, God will reward those who work hard, and the tree of love will eventually bloom.
I once thought that your appearance could melt my frozen heart, and love would eventually bear fruit
It's just that even the sky is laughing at me, I'm so naive