I am telling a very simple story without too many embellishments, because the story itself is not so-called gorgeous. I don't want to use words such as miserable and sad to describe this story, because there was still happiness, even if it was short-lived!
Simple words would be boring, but I'm sorry, I'm afraid of letting too much emotion in and hurt myself again. Maybe I should tell this story in a cheerful and joking tone, with an indifferent attitude that can't even occupy 100/3 of my life... (If I were 100 years old...) But I am not a saint... I have the so-called seven emotions and six desires...
No one in the world can hurt themselves, the only one who can really hurt themselves is themselves... Right? If we don't agree, don't pay, and don't wait, then we won't get hurt. Every time we get hurt, there are times when it has nothing to do with these words...