I was his little princess
He was my ultimate hero
Ten years have passed
Me and him
each other hostage
This dangerous relationship holds each other hostage
Or fight to the death
Or in the night
Just quietly swallowed by dreams
When I was eleven, my mom told me, "You can learn anything if you work hard!"
I believed her evil.
When I was twenty-one years old, I was majoring in mathematics, and when I collapsed, I called her and cried. Not only did she not comfort me, she also laughed: "Hey, do you think you can learn anything if you work hard? There are some things that you can't learn because you don't have the brains. Stop crying and go to sleep."
Wow, it smells so good.
When I was eleven years old, my mother told me: "Most people have hazy feelings in adolescence. They can't be real. When you look back on them when you grow up, you will only find them fun and funny!"
I believed her evil.
When I was twenty-one, I was still entangled with someone who I thought I would only find funny when I look back on it when I grow up. I didn't find it funny or funny, I just found it heart-wrenching.
Hey, it doesn't matter whether my mother smells good or not, but I do.
At this point, I don't know whether I did it intentionally or not.
Concept: The story of my entire youth with him