It's hard to start from scratch. I don't feel good at all.

It turns out that my happiness is so simple. Others want to laugh and I want to cry.

You don't know the depth of the water without trying, and you don't know the quality without paying.

Sometimes, I suddenly find that people around me don't know themselves, and I don't know what to say when facing people around me.

-the second hand knows that the hour hand pretends not to turn.

I hope I can adopt, but I'm sorry I can't send pictures.