In every girl's life, there will be a group of strangers that she is proud of.
They are friends, not buddies.
They are buddies, not confidants.
However, when they are both friends, buddies and your confidants.
You will feel sick.
How like this life that is about to age,
You just walk around in their world,
They grow old and die in your world,
You will always struggle with your existence towards them and their existence towards you.
In terms of contradiction and harmony, conflict and softness.
I put gravel into the shell, which is soft and spiky, and I can't stop.