On the subway that day, there was a girl who looked like she was probably in her early 20s.
Ever since she sat down next to me, she's been putting on makeup in the mirror
I began to think she was supposed to go on a blind date
She has been smearing and painting her eyebrows along the way
Naturally, I also received disgusted eyes from everyone around me, and I hated her in my heart
Later, I saw her take out a flat invitation from her bag
There was a wedding photo inside, and she looked at it for a long time before she looked up
I noticed that her eyes were red
She looked down at her phone screen, and the wallpaper was a picture of her with a boy
And the boy is the groom on the invitation...
I suddenly felt sad
"I'm going to your wedding."
What kind of makeup should I draw
to make you feel
I'm still doing well without you."
That's the end of the story
Or you will feel sad
Or you'll think of so-and-so before
Maybe you're just like me
All heard of
Love has nine sorrows
Then I wish you to be the only one left to be happy
Here is the little tree hole of emotion, sharing emotions, sharing stories.