When a man reaches a certain age, he begins his midlife crisis.
I have a house, a car, the career I want, a wife, children and even a lover. It seems that there is nothing missing, but it seems empty and lacking something.
The girl bids farewell to the age when she could live an ignorant and fearless life relying solely on love, and begins to become practical.
I started to want to work hard for my career, I was wondering if I should buy a car and a house, and I wanted to work hard to build a stable home.
Is it the mistress who is pathetic, the man who is pathetic, or the real one who is pathetic?
Or maybe we are all pathetic. This society is pathetic.