She thought that she was just a small circle of ripples, rising with the wind and then dispersing when the wind stopped.
She didn't know that she had caused ripples in other people's hearts, which would not dissipate for a long time.
She thought that she was an unloved person and no one would care even if she disappeared.
She didn't know that she had been engraved in others' hearts, and that many people would care about her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
She is a small circle of ripples, but it will never dissipate.
She is a clear lotus, not resentful, but strong enough not to succumb to the mud of fate.