One day, I suddenly realized that I was getting older. I knew that I would no longer be the fantasy girl with stains on her school uniform in the violet garden.
I won't be a little witch with latent magic. One day, I will wave my sleeves and turn into large swathes of gorgeous flowers on the playground.
I won't be like the heroes in Jin Yong's martial arts novels that I like. They wear white robes, play the piano and shake fans, disguise themselves as men, travel around the world, do chivalry and justice, and enjoy life, and then steal a handsome boy to become my husband.
I was just listening to light music and looking out the window silently on a sunny afternoon. . .