I've never been lucky, but I've always worked hard.
Study hard, take exams, apply to the farthest university, find the best job, live in this simple city... Try to breathe in the air without him.
The great changes in my family made me give up everything and return to my hometown, the place where dreams were born and disappeared.
I guessed that things are as they are, that people are not as they are, and I even guessed that we would meet again in our lifetime, but I never guessed that it would be in this way.
Our story is over before it even begins.
But does the end mean a new beginning?
When I was suffering a lot, I said to myself, hold on, it will be fine when I go back.
Later I realized that it would be even harder after going back.
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The string wood is an arc. People's whole life is looking for the other half of the arc to form the most beautiful circle.
Conception: