When love becomes a conspiracy, when the original trust becomes necessary, can we still believe that the world is still beautiful? Maybe I have never been your love, but I am willing to wait for the moment you fall in love with me, but why don't you even leave me this little hope? In fact, I should have known this when you chose to give up on me for your true love, but I was too stupid. If you choose to give up now, is it still too late? The last God in the world, when he judges others, has actually become a sinner himself, so is this retribution? Ridiculous and sad.