One day, she will soar upwards and stand on the top of the blue clouds with her hands down.
By then, whether she remembers or forgets, the road she came from was once difficult and dangerous, once full of blood, once full of thorns, and once the end of the road.
Until then, whether she remembers or forgets, on the road to immortality she has cried, been hurt, despaired, jealous, and cruel; she has also laughed, been sweet, been happy, pity, and proud.
She is as tender as water and has a coquettish eyebrow; she is wanton and invincible, and she is invincible.
She is crazy, she is crazy.
Look back and smile, and live your life to the fullest.