A section where I feel amazed,
Eventually it became a cliché,
Give you everything as if you are terminally ill,
Betrayal is budding,
Every part of the memory is soft,
Forgive until there is no way around it.
——"Heather's Notes"
Shanghai in 1940 was full of fragrant clothes and longing figures.
She stepped on those high heels and went through the ups and downs of half her life. The three hundred miles of Chongming water poured into the sea, which was indescribable to the girl's life.
The sea of suffering is boundless, but I recall the bright eyes and white teeth that broke through the spring rain in March in Suzhou.
From south to north, she came slowly.
May you be safe all your life, be safe, be safe.
Who are you thinking of? Who has been safe again?