When I was young at that time, I had all kinds of fantasies about love, and my emotions were as green as words, but the girl didn't know it yet.
I once read a passage that said that every writer had an unhappy childhood, and so did that girl.
The homeland that cannot be let go, the childhood that cannot be erased and the mission that we carry, the happiness and peace that we have been trying to find, and occasionally we are on the verge of collapse.
But if one day, someone asks what is the purpose of living?
The ending will tell you the answer.
Purpose: Live hard