Not everyone in his life can understand it because they haven't experienced it at all. Looking back at the past, every tear I shed was never for myself. Now, life and death are truly determined by fate and wealth. A pair of helpless and desolate eyes stared at the sky... Back then, "In the drizzle, which was as elegant as mist, a young man in white came gracefully. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but he walked with him in the rain, graceful as jade, like a heavenly being." He was still as confused as before. Sitting in the wicker chair, he looked at the sky quietly, just like the dead boy in Greek mythology looking at the daffodils.