If a person's greatest sorrow is the death of his heart, then I think every cell in my body is no longer alive.
I have been working in this field for more than 20 years, and it was just because of a simple thing at the beginning. Now, as my life is draining away from my body bit by bit, and I feel the pain in my body, I can't help but wonder, is all this destined? Have I ever regretted it? If God gives me another chance, should I choose him or him? If I had changed my original wrong choice that I now know was wrong, would the ending still be so helpless?