People will do many things that they regret in life, but some things seem to be destined by God, and they are destined to be unable to change. We feel helplessly the arrangement of fate, wandering between the twists and turns of right and wrong, and use our knowledge of the world to comment on the things we can feel, see, and hear. In the end, I didn't understand what the dream I was pursuing, what everything I worked hard to achieve was for, and what I got. I only know that there is a belief somewhere that guides us to go on so firmly, and in the end there are only empty memories left. And wake up and let tears wet the pillow with stains. There is no definition of right and wrong, and we are all being teased by fate. . . . . . .