When I was thirteen years old, I was ignorant and allowed it to flow away slowly like running water, wondering about myself and the world.
Next, time flies, and the ignorant and stubborn child puts on a mask. Is the mask covering up his own emotions, or is it his still warm heart?
Until the summer when I was fifteen years old, with a closed self and a closed heart, the tears of regret could not flow down, and I choked in my dry eyes, and the dry tears fountain
After being in a daze for a long time, at the age of nineteen, I finally became crazy.
Darkness is walking towards light, but blindness is walking towards death
Smiling face, cold eyes
Have wings but can't fly
Iron chains made by oneself, binding oneself
Can a caged bird break free from the chains and escape the cage that imprisons itself?