Her world is sometimes dark and sometimes colorful. There are no gorgeous words, no deep emotions, everything is a girl's inner thoughts, which may be childish, mature, ignorant, or unreasonable.
Tired of conceiving emotional relationships, everyone's thoughts are like a black hole whose depth keeps increasing, and can never be explored or analyzed clearly. I just want to briefly describe the complexity, the entanglements that I can't figure out. Even if someone stands up and says, I know what you are thinking, whether your thoughts are normal or abnormal, so what? I can only be me, even if I can't control my emotions and what I do. In the end, no one can live for me.
Purpose: life