I am an ordinary girl, with no attractive looks, no admirable talents, and no great ideals. The only thing I often think about is living an ordinary life, or making up random stories on a whim. Of course, I will try my best to recall this story about myself, so as to explain it to the ignorant girl at that time.
As we all know, it only takes a moment to pick up the passion, but it takes more than two or three days to put down enough courage. The spark of that moment is fleeting, but there is a kind of magic that makes people never forget it and would rather break their heart. So no matter what, I am really grateful to have someone who can dream with me and someone who can face reality with me.
Now I am really sober. The flower I am waiting for has never bloomed, and the person I am waiting for will never come again.