Like is the accumulation of love day and night, rather than a momentary passion.
Pure love flows slowly.
The dream is lofty and lofty.
Growing up in conflict with adults and children of the same age.
There is a dream here, but no one is pursuing that dream.
I want to create a stage that I yearn for.
But the ugly wings could no longer spread.
What you are afraid of, what you avoid, and what you can't get