They Can't Understand

Sometimes inspiration comes suddenly when listening to an old song, and sometimes the inspiration comes and it takes a whole night to write. However, when I happily shared it with people around me in the morning with dark circles under my eyes, they would even laugh at me because of the name of the protagonist. Now that I think about it, almost all my articles have been published and deleted, deleted and revised, but I just refuse to post them on the platform. This is probably because I still feel ashamed of others' scrutiny since I was a child. But despite this, I would still be so excited that tears filled my eyes when I was writing late at night. I have always advocated taking on the role of a character and experiencing the plot, so I accompanied the protagonist through stages of joy and regret, which is the best way to empathize. I can't let go, I won't stop. I allow myself to grow so I know the next story will be better. Those unforgettable stories with ups and downs, if they can't understand, just stay here.