(Thanks to the old thief for giving me the courage to write everything down)
From high school to graduating with a master's degree, I kept having new loves and unforgettable old ones in the ten years. My sensitive and thoughtful personality made me often emo at night, which internalized the emotion of self-attack.
Open a new article in the trumpet and write about what I have seen, heard, and thought over the years.
Being with the person you like may not necessarily be beautiful, but it must be real. Any emotion is real. Love itself is the result and feedback.
Purpose: Discuss whether the meaning of life is too extravagant