I slowly thought about the past in my heart, and had to ask myself what is my happiness? What happiness is there? Family, friendship, and love, which one do I have? No! Not one! The world is too cruel, everyone is fighting for power and status, and even friends will become their enemies.
I don't like this kind of city, so I never intend to change myself, let alone fight for anything. But sometimes when I think I'm doing what I should do and want to do, others think I'm fighting with them.
But one day I met him, and he made me feel that the world is not too cruel and that there are kind people. Since then, I have sown the seeds of love in my heart. Sometimes I ask myself: Has my happiness come? Probably not...
Intention: