Non-ancient style, modern writing, female perspective
With young faces and hope in our hearts, we are singing softly
Live like a summer flower, bloom beautifully, run in the wilderness and laugh on the playground
A pure heart and a high ambition, the world is absurd, Satan laughs wildly under the dim street lights
During the rose blooming season, no one loves the roses. They are allowed to wither in the wind and rain.
In the mottled moonlight, on a dark street corner, a helpless little beast is licking its wounds.
If there is no redemption, how can we talk about forgiveness? We are going crazy looking at ourselves in the mirror.
The dead trees have not sprouted in spring, the sun pierces the darkness and cannot reach the distance
Waiting for a heavy snow to cover up the scars of the soul,
Actually trying to get energy to bloom beautiful flowers
I have been disappointed, despaired, and then my hope was ignited by someone,
Live through powerlessness and fear, and then muster up the courage to move forward.
Don't write fairy tales, just tell stories,
There is no protagonist, only miniatures,
It's you, it's me, it's her,
It's every girl who's not treated well
Concept: The redemption of some girls