They look like ghosts but are not ghosts, and they are evil people. There is a ghost living in my heart, which will be extinguished when exposed to light, cutting off all tenderness. The so-called kindness is nothing, and the so-called warmth is nothing. Let the grand loneliness surround your own small and vast world of one person. No one wants to understand, no one can understand, so the door to the outside world is closed. Selfishness, cruelty, ruthlessness, coldness, resentment, and viciousness all surround me, hold me tight, and appear in my dream, dancing like butterflies in my dream. And the so-called liveliness of the people surrounding it is just the saddest cover.