If there is still a chance, she wants to pray for the right to do it again.
In this short and unpredictable life, I also hope to shine brightly, and I also hope that one day I can achieve my dreams without leaving any regrets. I will no longer be drowned in this city like it was in the past ten years, with shadows covering the sky, crowding, depression, and suffocation.
The setting sun was cut into pieces by tall buildings. So sad, I really want to cry.
She has no chance anymore. She has lost all her life again, again, and her life.
In this case, then adapt to this world. The world that belongs to you is also my world.
It's actually not that serious at all =A=
above.