Blooming Where No One Cares

I once rushed to a city for a person, thinking that it was a two-way future. Later, he turned around and left, leaving me alone in Shenyang, surviving the cold winter alone in the days of isolation and helplessness. There is no sinking, no collapse, no reaching out to anyone. In the days when no one cared about me, I slowly healed myself, lived seriously, became sober and independent, gentle and firm. This is not a sad love story. This is the growth of a girl who, in a trough, still lives her life as a beam of light. No one holds an umbrella, so I move forward on my own; no one cares about me, so I bloom on my own.