The passing time reflects the vicissitudes of life. The song ends and everyone disperses, living alone for the rest of the world! Who can imagine that the eyebrows are so short but the sky is so long!
We live in the real world, and we have many wishes hidden in our hearts, but the reality is too cruel after all, and nine times out of ten things will turn out to be unsatisfactory. When I write stories, I just want to have an isolated place in my heart, where I can take off my mask, remove my hypocrisy, laugh and curse, vent at will, and let my imagination run wild. For readers, there is no profound connotation to be explored. At most, it just conveys some of the writer's views on love.
Note: The author is working hard to rewrite and strive to complete the overhaul in the near future.