Middlemost Person

Human beings are born lonely, love persists, and the essence of life is to never despair. If you are an ordinary person, unable to feel love and hope, and unable to survive failure, what will happen to you? What would happen to you if you were not an ordinary person, snorkeling in the silence after glory, and falling into mediocrity where no one appreciates you? What would you do if you were an ordinary person who was afraid of love, afraid of disappointment, and used to being alone and feeling that you had lost the ability to love? What if you are not an ordinary person, love bravely, hold on to hope, but still face endless harm?