I remember once seeing a sentence in a book.
Fireflies also dare to compete with the moon.
Josie, how are we like sisters?
You are God's favorite in everyone's eyes, and what about me?
Your kindness to me is nothing but pity and sympathy. It is the charity of a strong man standing in the clouds and condescendingly giving to a weak person who is struggling to his death.
I refuse, I push away.
But when I really lost you later,
Only then did I understand,
Even if it's me like this,
It will also be sad,
Will miss you too.