An old maid finally no longer "empathizes with others" and learns from other people's mistakes. What she realizes is that she can't control her emotions.
There are joys and sorrows, and blessings and sorrows depend on each other. Dreaming in fairy tales and living in reality, we are all the same.
I have loved, so I don't hate.
Which woman doesn't have a child? She should have a lot of fun at such a young age.