There are real ones and fake ones. When you are living in a haze and can't tell the difference, you have already reached the end;
Happiness is false, tears are real, saying no love is false, saying hate is true,
The existence of me, you and him is real, but the disappearance of hope is fake...
This can be regarded as a diary or record that is being written... I chose to put it online because I want to leave something behind and because I don't want to forget it.
Whether it is happiness or pain, I want to speak out now... No matter whether someone listens or no one cares, I want to count the tears I have shed and the years I have spent. Maybe the chronology of the article is a little confusing or incomplete, please forgive me...
Even after all this time, I still haven't recovered. Maybe by writing it like this, I can clean it up?