Time is difficult to distinguish in the smoke, along with those past experiences. The past is gone and the present reappears. Should we live in the past or regain the present? Time will give us the final outcome, and as for what that outcome is, maybe it doesn't matter anymore.
The days when the little girl Li Zi and her beloved friends left may slowly emerge in reality in everyone's heart.
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I rarely change my name, to be precise, my online name. I resisted changing it when I quit smoking, but I changed it when I fell in love with someone. I didn't change it when I forgot about it, and I don't know when I will change it again.
I think it will be related to love, even if I can't love someone, even if I can't find love, I am confused, I am panic, I can't see the facts, and my eyes are full of fear for the future.
Longing, disappointed, but unable to get rid of it. I want to find someone I don't hate to get married, and spend the rest of my life together that I can't face. But I forget whether this person will become the other half that I can't face in the years.
I think I am naive, willful, arrogant and ignorant.
I want to say that I am a waste, but in fact I am not. My pride does not allow me to be. But I still imagine that I should be a waste, cursed and spurned by others, and die meaninglessly.
Although I don't want to admit it, every woman is looking forward to love. It doesn't depend on that person, but on her own expectations and the incomprehensible satisfaction and sadness afterwards.
So I will write about love, fantasy and reality.
We do not live under the heavy moral shackles of Iran. We live in a free world. We need love and we believe in love.