Will the dreams that are tied up in the attic of a high tower truly spread their wings and come true one day? Family responsibilities and burdens, life's ups and downs, setbacks and hardships. The dream is already out of reach. I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall. I cannot see clearly into the abyss! I can't find my way to the future! I desperately groped, struggled, and escaped. What kind of judgment should the gears of fate impose on me? I yearn for the light and look forward to the future. But I feel depressed and confused. I actually already understood it, but I was forced to grow up. I'm really tired! This seems to have become my mantra. Ah! What will my future be like? Is it still possible for dreams to come true? There are 1,000 Hamlets among 1,000 people. You might as well step into my story and give me some inspiration to write a new chapter.
Intention: Live hard, eliminate confusion, and realize dreams.