I have always believed that the beautiful and touching and unforgettable emotional stories described in books and movies belong to beautiful women.As an ordinary woman, I never thought, nor expected that such a miracle would appear in my life.If we talk about fantasy, perhaps we should not deny it, but it can only be one of the sweet dreams we have in our youth.When youth gradually fades with age, that kind of dream is like a wisp of distant cooking smoke drifting away with the wind without a trace, just like all ordinary women, I feel that I have started a kind of life quietly and helplessly. Repeated day after day.

If I really agree with this ordinary life deep down in my heart, if my heart is really as quiet as the surface, if... I may be centered on home all my life until the end of my life.However, I love to dream, and I also like to be romantic. Under that quiet appearance, I still have a sensitive and passionate heart. Although I am not beautiful and I am not young anymore, I know that in the cracks of depression and boredom , What kind of mania, restlessness, and unquenchable desire have been growing... When the "romantic" and "passion" gradually receded like a surging tide, I finally understood what I really longed for.