My humble place (the other one)

Last night, I dreamed of my grandmother, who was very peaceful and warm, as if it was not a dream, but a reality. My dream is always full of sadness and tears after my grandmother just passed away. Later, it turned out to be fear and fear. Now it is as kind and real as

Memory, an unforgettable song

There will always be a pause in a song and a breakpoint in a memory. Now my thoughts are flying, wandering at the breakpoint of memory, pulling …… growing up is a very wonderful thing, which makes me learn to protect myself, but it is always scarred; it makes me learn to be strong, but