Outside the simple and plain wooden house, there are always snowflakes flying in the sky that girls like, slowly falling, accumulating a white snow. In this snowy sky, the girl carefully experiences the happiness that she thinks is real, tranquility, tranquility, harmony, and warmth. It seems that she already has all the beautiful feelings in the world. Suddenly one day, the snowflakes stopped flying and the wooden house disappeared without a trace. There were only broken glass, plastic foam as white as snow and a few smashed pieces of wood. Looking at the scene in front of her, tears flowed down the girl's cheeks. It turned out that all she had was happiness in a glass ball.
The happiness in the glass ball is as pure as snow and as quiet as poetry, but it can only be a dream, a dream that you don't want to wake up but will definitely wake up.
The happiness in the glass ball, that kind of beauty relies on the transparent glass shell and blooms brilliantly surrounded by lies.
The happiness in the glass ball, when the lie is exposed and the dream is shattered, how should a girl face never having the truth?