One escape leads to another escape.
It turns out that there are some mistakes that are endless, just like every time I get drunk and have a splitting headache, I swear not to touch them again.
Then, after drinking, and regaining consciousness, the anticipation for alcohol suddenly rises.
Often, most things in the world are like this. Repeatedly, the scars are healed and the pain is forgotten.
Although for good reason every time.
Therefore, the pain continues like this.
Until I can no longer hold the wine glass...
Purpose: To tell an exasperating and tearful story