When the end of life is getting closer and closer, I realize that I have no control over anything in this life.
It turns out that happiness is in my hands, but I am still looking for it all over the world. It turns out that I have also spent so extravagantly.
When I smiled and said, "I want to go home, I don't want to grow up." I realized that I couldn't go back to the past. It turned out that just growing up was enough to break my heart.
I am a little novice, it is my first time to write essays, please take good care of me, okay?
As a childhood sweetheart, I have been entangled in the modern city and traveling through time and space for a long time.