This article is destined to be destroyed when it is completed, because it should not exist. If others know about it, my life will be subverted. I am afraid of the fear of the unknown, because I don't know how I will be treated by people who know me. Because I care too much about what others think of me, I am destined to live in shackles all my life. Because of my cowardice and selfishness, I do not want to be hurt, so I am destined to not have the happiness I expect. Maybe I should learn to be healthy. Aunt Sumala from the Xi Dynasty put her feelings into writing, and finally let the flickering candlelight annihilate everything, letting the silent love fall into reincarnation, and letting the fragile emotions pass away with the wind, so she ended the dust and returned to the loess. This is how reincarnation goes. Gone, mine, yours, his, theirs, no longer exist, but the sky is still the same blue, the water is still the same clear, the mountains are still the same majestic and silent, the only variable is that everything about us has disappeared...