Copywriting: When I was a child, I liked to look up at the sky at night, to see the bright moon and the stars twinkling with sleepy eyes. At that time, I was obsessed with fairy tales and thought that the stars and the moon were light leaking from the windows or doors of heaven. I always hoped that one day, I would grow light wings and take a look at the paradise full of flowers. In the passing time, I grow up day by day, and my dream full of fairy tale color gradually drifts away. Stumbling on the road of youth, I feel that other dreams are constantly being derived, and I bear the pain of them being shattered one by one in reality. Yes, I have experienced bitterness, loss and even disappointment, but I refuse to despair.
Intention: The original intention remains unchanged