I am ordinary and despicable, and I live a careless life.
Without a clear goal, chasing the uncertain fireflies,
I don't know how to love, and I don't dare to be loved.
Sensitive and eager,
Fantasy and reality intertwined,
It's not really satisfying, but I can't regret it either. I did my best at the time.
Reading tips:
1. It's just a small idea, very short (I'm afraid I'll collapse in writing a long story, so that's it. I probably won't write it long if I have the chance)
2. The article is simply written in chronological order. It is written in the first person and contains subjective opinions. The speculations and descriptions in the article are all "my" thoughts, and the real situation is inconclusive.
3. There is an infinite flow background (the specific copy will not be written), bl, and an open ending.
Purpose: The life pursued by ordinary people is not ordinary.