I'm going crazy! She's going to become a crazy woman!
But I don't want to go crazy, so I keep saving myself...
But there is constant conflict between subjectivity and objectivity, how to resolve it?
What lessons has life given me?
Between madness and not madness, between helplessness and sadness, I dance a spiral dance in a daze...
Crazy? Still not crazy?
Can those pains bloom?
Let's take a look at this crazy woman's transformation story, filled with sadness and tears...
(There are crazy words, complaints, complaints, and even grievances. Please proceed with caution, there will be a twist later)
