She has never cared about anything since she was a child and has always been alone. Until she met a warm-hearted young man who suddenly broke into her life, and she placed him on the top of her heart. She was as low as dust, but all she got in exchange was endless pain. Everything in the past was like a dream, but she persisted in guarding this dream, drawing a wall as a prison and refusing to come out. I have a boat called Qingzhou. One day, the boat came from afar, and I was very happy. In the blink of an eye, ten years of spring and autumn have passed, and the boat has decayed. Another day, the boat passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, feeling extremely sad. I don't have a boat, it's called Qingzhou.