We are waiting for some miracle. In the end, we are left alone. We are reluctant to find fault with ourselves. In the end, we do not think highly of ourselves.
Whoever gives me the whole world, I will doubt, my heart will be full of joy, but it will be in full bloom.
No matter who you pass by, they are all so tidy, but when you meet the one you love, you still have lingering fears.
Conception: