I think they are always the same, I can't see their faces clearly, I am very thirsty, I keep shouting, but no one can really understand them. I wonder if there is another language in the world. Those who hate me speak ill of me and curse me in another language.
But what does all this have to do with me.
They have never had anything to do with me. They are all in their own world, watching their lives become colorful, but I am still the same as I am now, and my colors have not changed.
In fact, all their beauty turned into other colors in an instant.
I have been waiting, watching our dreams shine brightly, watching our scenery become my dream.
On the road of life, little by little, you achieve the goal you want, and in the end, you are still who you are. Have you forgotten that the way you looked lonely at that time was still the cute look here.
In your case, has it changed its color? This is true for many things.