Everything is just for the wrong heartstrings, I just want to be attached to myself, and the ordinary passing years, flying through the hatred and despair. I don't know what kind of death I will end up with.
Weeping and loving each other, staying close to each other and knowing each other. They are so similar to each other, how long will it last?
My childhood playmates, my sisters in my childhood, and the care of my beautiful boudoir, could not bear to feel depressed, timid, and confused, which made my heart feel sad, hateful, and disgusted with my past love. I just hope that the fleeting years of my childhood will never be forgotten in my heart, but I won't get those resentful and bitter tears again.
"I like classics, so I married, followed, and went retro."
