Every Cinderella has a chance to be a princess.
In their lives, there will always be a prince who picks up the glass slipper and leads Cinderella to happiness.
But are you my happiness or a disaster?
I dare not think about it.
If I'm with you, can we really grow old forever? Can we really not be separated?
The empty sky has no answer, and the leisurely white clouds have no echo.
It is time that proves everything. You are not my prince, my beautiful crystal slipper is forever lost in our mighty youth.