其实,她们不是我的敌人,她们和我是同一种人。我忘不了她们,是忘不了曾经的自己。那些我曾经爱过的男人,都在我的记忆里消散了、模糊了,成了一段由于搁置太久,而无法抓住的记忆。可是这三个情敌,却始终让我牵肠挂肚。我对她们沉默无声的情感,像细水一样长流。也许是因为在人生这条路上,我跟她们一起度过最起起落落、反反复复的日子,在这些日子里,我和她们的呼吸紧紧相随。我的情绪被她们操控着,我为她们挣扎、痛苦、无奈、绝望…… In fact, they are not my enemies, they are the same person as me. I can not forget them, can not forget myself. The men I once loved were all gone in my memory, obscured, and remembered as memories that I could not grasp for too long. However, these three rivals, but always make me worried. I am silent on their feelings, like a long stream of water. Maybe because on this road of life, I spend the most ups and downs with them, and on these days, I and their breath closely follow. My emotions are controlled by them, I struggle for them, pain, helplessness, hopelessness ...