All good love needs a background
I write about the humble background of a beautiful love story, not because I love her, but out of pity
In her long life, she only truly lived during the short days when she was an unmarried girl.
Other days it's withered and rotten
Not yet dead, it has already decayed with the grass and trees
ps This is a sad story, written by the author for a newspaper. It is only suitable for happy people to read and leave two insignificant crocodile tears. It is not suitable for sad people to read and complain about everything.
PS again, please see Chapter 1 for the detailed copy.