At the beginning of a story, there are always too many concerns, and I can't get rid of euphemistic cruelty and so cold in the face of reality.
Accustomed to a feeling when a person is sad, I am a little breathless in the face of various pressures.
I am still a naughty and willful person when I was a child, and I can't change my obsession to the end.
The empty room is used to this life, and there are too many unsatisfactory places to laugh, feel, dream and listen carefully.
At the beginning of a story, there are always too many concerns, and I can't get rid of euphemistic cruelty and so cold in the face of reality.
Accustomed to a feeling when a person is sad, I am a little breathless in the face of various pressures.
I am still a naughty and willful person when I was a child, and I can't change my obsession to the end.
I am used to the feeling of being sad and facing all kinds of pressures. Although I am a little breathless, I am still as naughty and willful as when I was a child. I can't change myself and stick to it until the end.