People enjoy playing games that hurt each other endlessly, which is nothing more than loving themselves more, feeling that they are not understood and cared for, feeling disappointed with their friends, and feeling sorry for themselves for being wronged for no reason. Even though he was mercilessly abandoned, he couldn't be ashamed and jumped up to fight back. He released the sword with determination, and looked at the other party's bright eyes dimming with a calm composure. At that moment, I clearly realized that as soon as the sword was released, I was a stranger in the world of mortals, but it seemed that I had no desire for the colorful flowers of the past, and I even yearned for the ruins of the ruins that I would walk out of. Although I was lonely, I didn't have this infuriating lack of understanding. The momentary anger actually subsided in just a moment, and all I recalled afterwards was, oh, I seemed quite unhappy at that time, but we couldn't predict when these past events of you slashing me and I stabbing you would turn into silence in the long river of time, and when would we be able to sit in the same place and talk about wine and songs.