She is the little dust in life. May be ignored at any time. She fought hard. I still feel insignificant.
He is a golden man in the eyes of others. But still can't forget her.
No one can deny the love of youth. Too youthful. Too fragile.
No one dared to look back and pick up the pieces. Until the fragments pierce my heart bit by bit...
Life is cruel. No one has forgotten the fairy tales buried in their minds when they were children.