When I was seven years old, my mother told me that the world is so dangerous, and I will never be able to accompany you to the end.
From now on, I no longer believe that there is unconditional love and there are people who cannot give up.
I can see through everything except the direction of people's hearts.
Those happy or unhappy memories and indifferent life cannot find an outlet.
Will we go on like this coldly until the end of the world...
Constant calculation, constant planning, love and warmth that can never be felt
Money, desire, pursuit, transaction...
You will still meet someone and pick up the love and tears that have been lost long ago
It allows me to wipe off the paint on my face with peace of mind, and truly express the joys and sorrows
Give me peace and quiet for the rest of my life...