Asked what tenderness is, I smiled and looked back to tears. Life is like a dream, dreaming of spring and autumn, dreaming of sophistication, but you can't touch it when you turn around. The rest of my life is like a fog, confusion and wandering, fantasy and expectation. It is often said that it is the best hope in life, but it is also the deepest disappointment in reality.
Concept: The world is in turmoil, but a simple love can only exist in the corner.
