Half reality, half ideal.
What cannot be written is life, what cannot be written is fantasy.
I originally thought that love was the theme song of life, intoxicating and fascinating.
It was only after a few years that I realized clearly that love and being loved are just a speck in the ocean, and that life is about struggling to find the light that shines through the cracks. Because there is light, there is motivation to move forward.
Mission: Youth and love never grow old