From Sadness

From sorrow, collateral sadness, Her sadness. She could often hear singing. She said that the singing was called loneliness, and it was herself who sang that song. A few months ago, she returned home in such a state of embarrassment that she forgot to close the door, so she sat on the floor and burst into tears. Three years of love finally came to an end. Looking back on everything she had done in the past three years, she realized how humble she had always been to please. Is there a day when you are doing your own thing? What does your true self look like? Or is your true self the one who lives to please others? Her "sorrow" is hidden deep in her heart, wrapped in disguise. One day she suddenly wants to be herself, but can she find her true self after being accustomed to pretending? Did she get over the sadness while holding it in her arms? What did she gain from grief? Her sadness may be your sadness.