It was midsummer when I met her, and she didn't care at all; it was winter when I heard about her past, and she was absent-minded.
It was early spring when I noticed her, and late autumn when I wrote this story.
She doesn't know why she is so good to her, she will be afraid, and she will be afraid; she is afraid that she will fall in love with her, and that she will hurt her; she is afraid that she will get farther and farther away from her, and that she will never be the most important person to her.
She doesn't know how to make herself happy, but she is extremely happy in the eyes of her friends; she doesn't know how to deal with many things, so she can only stay quietly in the corner and pretend to be transparent; she doesn't know what the future will be like, so she can only look back step by step. She is very ordinary, just like you who are reading this story, and just like me who wrote every word with my heart.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's just a girl who talks about doing things or not, suddenly meets someone, and suddenly hears the word "lily", and then begins her journey of confusion.
The article is very fresh and can be regarded as a clean slate of all kinds of novels nowadays.