What is contained in her vase is not the source of happiness but the tears that she does not want to shed in front of others. When you see her smiling like a child, you sometimes think that she is innocent and like an angel walking out of a fairy tale. But if you are serious, you will see the lingering sadness on her face when she is quiet and the eyes of her eyes. Such a solemn backlog has a taste of seeing through the world of mortals. She will only fully release herself at midnight when no one is around. She will not reveal her helplessness in front of the public, her hesitation, her vicissitudes. The water in her bottle is endless tears. The strength you see is just the fragility she is trying to hide.