A snail has a fragile heart in a hard shell. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, or how painful the injury is, in the eyes of others, he will always be strong and never shed tears. He will always be so happy if he doesn't say the pain. When he hides in his little shell, he will cry, because only he knows how deep the injury is and how painful his heart is.
Those people, those things, those memories in my young years. . . It spreads wantonly in the heart.