Ordinary women, walking on ordinary roads, longing to lead to extraordinary distances.
Ordinary will eventually bloom.
It seems like an inverted firework, first dissipating into the clouds in the night sky, and then tearing through the darkness to reveal its own appearance. Don't be the next person, just be the first me. There is darkness, there is light, there is loss, there is ideal, our life is a life of integration, a stage where dreams and reality intersect. The ordinary is at the front, the fantasy is at the back.
There is hope and there is a distance.
It just depends on you, are you willing to wait for the light wine that will eventually be born and turn into mellow delicacies...?