As a girl who has been tortured since childhood, my mother committed suicide to protect me (Jinjiang does not allow me to write this down, you can figure it out for yourself). After witnessing my mother's death, I simply accepted this fact and started a state of self-defense. I love singing, I love music, I love writing everything about myself into songs, even though I know no one will hear it, I still love doing it. He is a clean boy that I like. He will always be the first listener to my songs. He will always be with me, listen to my unhappiness, comfort me and accompany me. He will never leave me. He also saved me, he is my hero, he killed the deepest fear in my heart, he brought me light, I am so grateful to him. I thought that I finally left this cage, I thought that I could finally kiss him passionately in the sun, but why did my greatest joy and deepest love have to disappear? What about you? If I want to move forward in life, I must get rid of you, forget about you, and merge with you.
Loving you madly, in the end it's just a cocoon, it's all in vain, after the fog passes, what's left is you or me...
Purpose: Caring for children's childhood and the importance of correct guidance from the original family