No one's life is absolutely perfect, so you have to hold hands with someone when people come and go, and join hands to piece together the semicircle. But can it really be a perfect fit? Or use the gravel in life to polish the sharp edges and keep them close together.
She, one of all living beings, does not have a perfect appearance or a golden finger, she is just a simple her.
He is indifferent, fragile, and jealous, but he also loves her the most, even though he is a cripple.