When we were very young, we all determined to be a certain kind of person. We all naively thought that as long as we work hard, work hard, and be a good person, our wishes can be achieved. It was not until a long, long time later that we discovered that what was waiting to fix us was the mold of fate. Whether we wanted it or not, condoms would come up and squeeze us. Finally, we endured the pain and survived weirdly in the cracks. At this time, we were very different from our original appearance. It turns out that we are not angels.