An ordinary girl doesn't have any exciting days.
The trajectory is a gray line, just walk it without thinking too much.
She looks a little like you and a little like you, but she's not you.
She didn't want to talk about studying, she just wanted to talk about the mood of those years under the snow.
The old city is still there, and people think it will last forever.
Now she finally knows what is best, and time has long been deprived of her.
Intention: Life is like an adverse journey, and I am also a traveler