He wakes up and holds the power of the world, but he lies drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman. It's not just a dream.
There will always be a shadow flashing across me, the white clothes disappearing freely, the background is shady, and I am extremely aloof. At the same time, I think about how I would feel if there was no one who made me want to tell my joys and sorrows one by one, chasing after the envy of others, and finally found that I could not match that person's warm and focused smile. It always makes me moved, and I can't help but write a vitriol.