People are always growing and struggling in their growth. When they were young, they refused to succumb to fate and resisted stubbornly. Then, injured and healed again and again. As time goes by, our courage has long been exhausted by repeated struggles. We linger on in inexplicable joys and sorrows, and then grow old and die in an ordinary way.
I thought I would live like this, stubborn and persistent. However, it was such stubbornness that I lost myself and could never look back.
My life is like a play, the beginning is a play and the end is still a play. I can no longer tell the difference between true and false. My love is made up of lies, and even the ending is a lie, but such a life full of lies is enough to make me irrecoverable.