"Desolate, deserted." This sentence has tortured me for twelve years.
Deserted, these two words have tortured me for twelve years.
I was laughed at, ridiculed, and misunderstood.
"Desolate" is my nightmare.
This desolateness is not the other desolation; this desolation is just like the other desolation.
I escaped from the city that had held my joys and sorrows for more than ten years and came to a city that was completely unfamiliar to me - Jinan.
I tried not to go through that painful experience again.
Change, endure, endure.
However, everything gradually deviated from my ideal life, and it came back again.
In this city, I was stumbling and confused, and love, family affection, and friendship happened quietly.