Life is always like this. It gives you hope and it sets you down. Without seeing things, you will never know the final end. The first impression has already been torn from your cover, leaving the content to be torn apart with the autumn wind. There is no unopened book, and how to talk about the world.

假想敌 

生活总是这样，赋予你种种希望，又将你重重打落下。没有看到事情永远不知道最终的结局，初次的印象已然将你的封皮扯下，留下待展开的内容随秋风撕裂。没有掀开的书，如何倾诉自己的世界？