Alias [Charlie IX: Everything Is Not As Good as You]
"If your life was composed into a poem, how would you name it?"
In the dreamland formed by the sea and fog, someone sang another long ballad.
Destiny plays the parting strings, and the ultramarine in the depths bursts into daylight fireworks.
Girl, can you hold on to the weapon intertwined with flowers and thorns?
Girl, drifting in the torrent of time, have you found the answer?
"This article was written in 2016 and will be re-edited in 2023. It can be regarded as a work of youth and frivolity, and the writing style is erratic.
The first four chapters are oral literature, and after four chapters it begins to turn into a normal writing style.
Intention: Your eyes are the lake that traps me.
