I Want to Ride on the Wind, the Coldness Is as Cold as Ever

When I met you, I thought you could give me the happiness I have longed for, but why is it like this? I am a substitute, a subordinate, a stranger I choose to leave, leave you. In order to leave, I gave up my ideals, persistence, and beliefs. Back to my mother's side After thousands of times, apart from our bond with each other, do we hate you, love you, or resent you? The cold wind blows, are you still the same as before? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.