People come and go in the world, and the dreamer "somehow" lost his heart in the bustling market of Zaixi, which made the dreamer feel strongly abandoned. It's still messy when you cut it.
Looking for it, I can't find it back. I didn't get back the feelings I lost before.
Repairing is also impossible. Because no emotion can be restored, "just like that broken guitar, it can't play its original tone again."
The dreamer said: Dreams are always in a mess. When our hair is messy, we can't expect our hair to be neat in the mirror.
Please forgive me if there is anything wrong.