Zhizhi once thought she had met her lover, but this lover was just lying to her.
All the good memories turned out to be just a mirror, a dream.
She experienced the love in the world, but she didn't know that there was a heavy past hidden behind it.
The love was wrongly expressed, and the whole body was bruised and bruised... How could there be any sincerity?
Intention: It is also a kind of helplessness