We are all the people who use our hands to cover our eyes. No matter ordinary or outstanding, there are always people in the corner weaving their own world for dreams. Watch the sorrow sprout and take root from the cracks, and then water it with your sincerity, blooming this gorgeous flower, until it withers and bears bitter fruit. Why swallow it silently and let it continue to search for the next piece of barren soil? Do you have to see the purple blooming all over the field to know the true nature of sadness.