I Am Your Fireworks

I, an ordinary girl, suffering from moderate depression, sat cross-legged on this red paint bridge on April 20th. I was very entangled in whether my life needed to continue, because the person I loved was always so playful with me, but my instinct told me that I I really love him, even though he doesn't care about me that much, but this time, we broke up, that is, on April 20th, I can always feel that someone is talking to me, but I can't see his appearance at all, and his voice is not very nice, but he taught me how to...