I know that I have never been free and easy. The so-called indulgence, from beginning to end, is to find someone who has the same language and truly loves me and loves me, to have a child for him, and to grow old together for a lifetime. While I was busy reminding myself not to make the same mistake again, I desperately swept away the dusty history and repeated it. Did love fail me again, or did I have too many extravagant hopes for love itself. It is still a foolish struggle. The result of this lack of determination is to bring yourself to the brink of collapse. Sometimes I'm awake, sometimes I'm crazy. Everything I do just wants you to be happy.
Conception: