How many beautiful bubbles of youthful fantasy dance brilliantly and then burst. When the flowers fall, the heart becomes silent.
The fairy tale castle collapses, the girls suffer, grow, and mature. The flowers that once bloomed are now silent.
A story that my heart wanted to write. Maybe you have experienced it when you were growing up.
Updated from time to time. Don't criticize friends who don't like it. First time writing an article. Thanks