I am me, a very ordinary girl with a bit of a rebellious streak. My mind is always thinking about some messy things, and my jumping thoughts always make me feel that the world is so big and yet so small. The world is so wonderful, but we are all dragged down by countless shackles. Everyone wants freedom, but the price of freedom often makes us return to the original world.
I always feel that human beings are very changeable animals. Why can they have so many different appearances? Can different people, different times, different locations, and different moods change a person's attitude? ?