The life of ordinary people usually ends at the age of 30. Even if we spend the first half of our lives in a hurry, after the age of thirty, we will just get married and have children, go to get off work and get off work, and repeat the same life day after day. At the age of thirty-five, how could I not feel that that was the summary of my story? Although I didn't even have a vigorous youth, I also saw my life before retirement. That's what I think. I have always been content with being ordinary all my life, and I didn't want to be the protagonist of other people's bloody stories, until the day I reunited with him. It turns out that this is life, it turns out that this is a bloody love story. Looking at his face, I had to sigh in my heart...
Concept: Ordinary days will also be accompanied by spring-like poems