The poems of Chu composed silent sentences carefully, and every now and then they made a bead in the mist.
The "epic" of a humble woman's growth
Intention: Oaths should be fulfilled as promises. However, those who say they love you turn their heads first, while those who have not said it are waiting in place. Time has verified that the oaths made again and again have turned into lies that imprisoned oneself. As time goes by, can fate favor us again, or should we just follow the tide?