Love stands under the shadow of the locust tree illuminated by the setting sun. Wherever the shadow spreads, it can be regarded as a reassuring home.
The three rays of sunlight that pierced the parasol hurt the eyes and the heart. Changes have occurred in seven years, and the rubber bands that bound the hair have shattered the fairy tale.
I feel that life is all an act, and anyone who makes a mistake every step or word will be killed.
If given another chance, given another chance to live my life again, I will create my own fairy tale.