Sometimes I am suddenly touched by some small things, and I inevitably want to write about them.
Most of them have disappeared in the dust of time.
People say that the final decision is made by closing the coffin. So, after we lose them, maybe we can see a little clearer.
These women are so vivid in my imagination.
Perhaps, their reality is more scornful, more proud, and more lively than I imagined.
I just wrote it casually, please give it a try.