When I wrote this article, I had just ended a nightmare-like night. When the sun rose slowly the next day, I almost had the illusion of being reborn.
A love that was like a dream from the beginning to the end. I looked at the wedding messages sent by my friends and they were not finished one by one, but my love had already come to an end. I had a long chat with a friend on the night of my ex-husband's wedding to someone else. I didn't like the time we chatted, the content of our conversation, and the background of the wedding with loud gongs and drums and joy, but I liked the word "dream" she said.
Dreams, you can only dream if you have dreams. My dream was just a farce from beginning to end. Even if I give love and tears, it can't change the ending of parting ways. I will not regret what I have done, nor will I regret what I will do. These are my last words to her before we get married, and I also hope for the same.
Such an article, I hope to give to myself, is a birthday gift and the first article in my rebirth.
Conception: