Destiny is unpredictable, even if she is a genius, she will die because of a word of love. Since he pulled out her hairpin, her hair was hanging down, her clothes were disheveled, and her destiny was chaotic. She went against the will of heaven, raised a big middle finger to the way of heaven, and shouted: "Fuck!". He should not be obsessed with love in his life, and there is no place in the world for him to miss lovesickness. The fish sinks and the wild goose disappears on the road to the end of the world, and I begin to believe that separation in the world is painful. Two rounds of mundane world turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner. If you don't have hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world. . . . . . This article is about sadomasochism, so read with caution.