These are some messy words written by Pudding, just for the sake of friends who like Pudding, and for myself in the future, to see what kind of mood I felt at a certain moment on a certain day, month and year.
The writing is not necessarily very beautiful, and is even a bit scattered. It is only written for those who understand.
In my year of birth, I have gone through a lot of things, and all kinds of troubles seemed to be thrown at me. I couldn't stand it any longer. My heart was broken like tattered cotton wool, but I could still smile on my face.
Pudding party, you must work hard