I have heard of such a story from the Republic of China, related to Shanghai in the 1930s, and related to a profound love and hatred——
When she was young, she devoted all her youth to one obsession, for one person and for her family and country, but in the end she let it go.
After she matured, she no longer wanted what she couldn't get. She just wanted to be anonymous and look for the time she had missed over the years. However, in the turbulent Shanghai Beach, this lost simplicity and tranquility are too luxurious.
She is no longer a pretty girl, her youth is gone, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. When she once again has someone she wants to wait for, she is in danger again and again...
Everyone in the story lives deviated from their original intentions, and everyone changes in the great era.
When I lament that all this is a tragedy caused by the times, the storyteller said that life is like this. It's not that God doesn't want to see your kindness, but that life itself only allows you to accept it, and you can't help but force it.
You must know that everything in the world will eventually come to nothing.