Mom said we are sugar, I think we are sugar, sweet to the point of being cloying, sweet to the point of sadness, surrounded by juice, trying to escape but unable to forget. No one likes sad candy, no one wants it, and no one is willing to take me home. So I met you, you were like a real piece of candy, but really sad.
My name is Xia Luoying. I don't have a face like a flower, no gorgeous clothes, no personality like the sky, no happiness that a child should have, and I don't even have anyone to accompany me and love me. I have discovered that wishing on a shooting star is not effective, not only since I was a child, but also now, and even now after I was deceived by it when I was a child. I don't have much concern. Maybe in the next second I will quietly hide in a dark corner, thinking or searching for what I am living for.
My name is Yin Haiyang. They say that I have a face like a flower, gorgeous clothes, a personality like the sky, a happier childhood than any other child, and countless relatives who love me. But how can I tell them that I am not happy at all? I often play the cello and let life flow sadly like the sound of the piano. I turned my unhappiness into a smile on my face, threw all my unhappiness to her, and happily watched her being knocked down at the foot of the wheelchair. I have forgotten how many years I have been in a wheelchair, and whether the cherry blossoms or peonies are falling in the noisy world.
My name is Wu Junyi. I like to sit under the tree and play the guitar. I like to write songs and draw pictures on rainy days. I like to travel around the world with my schoolbag on my back. I like to sit in the train and watch the children playing outside the window looking happy. It seems that I will live a life without sadness.