I know everyone has a story.
I also know that this story is not suitable to tell others. It is only suitable to turn off the light and tell it to yourself every night when you are alone, day after day, until it is forgotten.
I also have a story like this.
I wrote it on countless starless nights. Because I am afraid that one day I will forget.
I also thought it was a story that only belonged to me in this life, and I would never share it with anyone again.
But at the last moment of putting pen to paper, I suddenly hesitated. Because I found myself addicted to hiding in the corner and licking my wounds.
So I decided to post it here.
Just so that one day I can get out of my own flower world.
I hope you can find your own story in my story.
May we grow together in this hopeless world.