For almost the entire youth, I kept secret about the thoughts that were growing crazily in my heart. Almost everyone in the world thought that my youth was given to a man named Gong Hanyang. However, the dark and suffocating truth made me cling to my humble thoughts and shamefully covet the only trace of warmth in this world.
If there is an afterlife, let me be the tree under the Sanmao pen, standing for eternity, without any gestures of joy and sorrow, never again, so tired...