I still remember when I was a child, I carried a thick bag on my back and ran where I had been pursuing my dreams. This road is full of hardships, and bitter tears buried my pain. But later, I gradually realized that I was always wrong. What I can have is not courage, but happiness …

I often ask myself: When one day I can look back and look back at the road I have traveled, will I regret it? In fact, I know that what has been decided should not be turned back easily. Even if there are some regrets, we should face them bravely ... but in the face of reality, I failed. I'm not as strong as I thought. My tears betrayed me. ...

I want to be brave, not strong, and I'm not as brave as I said. In the eyes of others, I am always so strong, but who can see how many tears I have shed? I just cried alone in the dark. I want to be brave, but I have no courage. I've suffered so much alone. I am not afraid of the "dark night", but I am afraid that when the dawn comes quietly, I will still be alone. No matter how hard I work and how persistent I am, no one will understand me. ...

I want to be brave, not strong, as long as it is a little warm and a little understanding. Will my world always be just one person? How I wish someone would give me great courage. I want to be brave, not strong, but happy. ...