Some things are like scabbed scars. Speaking of them will inevitably lead to bloody cruelty.
However, those, like tattoos, cannot be forgotten and do not want to be forgotten.
The ever-changing reality is who gradually matures.
If you can't accept it, accept it slowly; if you can't stand it, tolerate it slowly.
This is cruelty, this is the tragedy hidden under the seemingly relaxed surface of this society.