I have never known myself to be so hopelessly sad. Some things just have to be like this, and some things can't be forced.
When I was a child, I thought that the sky was blue, the clouds were white, people's hearts were pure, and all people were good people, just like the song said. Later, I met so many people, and the years opened a thin crack in time, and in the crack was my whole life. Selfish, hypocritical, narcissistic, proud, cowardly, scheming, neurotic... They wear masks and flamboyantly interpret their lives with great passion! And I looked at it alone, and still shed tears, thinking of a hundred years of solitude, and thinking that my years were very dark.
I have tried hard, then it will succeed... Or it will... I still don't know