"It's not a love story, it just a story about love."
I'm afraid I'm making a mistake. Leaving home is not necessarily a good thing. Parents grow old in an instant, and children grow up in an instant. In these moments, we cannot be with them.
I have many stories in my heart. You, me, him and her, we are thousands of miles away from home, but we are not worthy of envy. When writing, I often look through past diaries. Just think of that song. Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday?
Do you still remember my innocent and bright smile back then? He is like a Mandala, but you are innocent and inexplicably excited.
Studying abroad in Sydney is in full bloom.
"She went her own way and came to Sydney alone. She thought she had a beautiful dream, but she became a man's underground girlfriend. She comforted herself that it was because of love.
Because of the injuries he caused, I once had a nervous breakdown. I insisted on telling my mother that everything was fine.
But all her feelings were consumed by lies and his selfish indifference. After shedding countless tears, she finally stood up and put out her cigarette butts, deciding to smile again."