Not every girl has a beautiful face, not every girl has the temperament of a gentle breeze and a bright moon, not every girl has a glorious family background, but every girl may have such a special existence in her heart. That corner was buried in the dust, and I waited for it to ferment, getting more and more intense, until I finally became drunk myself, but I knew that the drunkenness for me was just indifferent to him. What is the virtue and power of love that makes human beings so sought after and obsessed with it?