Summer mornings are still unbearably hot, and the sun rises so early that I can't even sleep for a while. I raised my head from the computer desk and gradually became conscious...
The memories of yesterday also began to clear up. What was the outcome of the continuous night-time battle, and why was it all in vain? Is it God's deliberate arrangement or a malicious trick of fate? It turns out that the mirror flower and the moon in the mirror really exist in life...
It was all in the waste, not willing to give up, n letters, n emails, n expectations, many years of waiting in exchange for a heavy sigh, I remember someone said: "Since it is memories, it is better to look forward to it." Opening the window, familiar scenes flashed back in the familiar scenery.
Conception: