Is love an outspoken lust or a feeling of loss after waking up from a dream? Is life an arduous persistence or an unfinished poem? Is life the only thing that can be sung and cried, or is it just a white dot slowly turning into a cloud? This is Miss S's single diary. Love cannot be lived up to, life needs to be taken responsibility, and life should be a poem. Maybe you have had these little insights, maybe you are another single lady, follow Miss S to understand every detail of life, explore the essence of love, and live life as a poem.