When you come to this world, who do you want to live for?
At the end of your life, you will find that the one you love most is yourself.
Although past experiences are not accepted by you, they are reflected in your memory and cannot be erased, but they cannot be integrated.
You know that you will be hurt, but you can't resist it; it's because you know that the meaning of harm is preferable to no meaning.
That's all. After all, the clouds dispersed from Gaotang and the Xiangjiang River dried up.
Three people, two relationships. Let me tell you slowly.