In the past, it was not because of your ignorance or our lack of ability. It was just at the fork in the road of fate that I chose this road. It was dark and tortuous, uneasy, the courage to survive, and the fear of death tightened my throat. I did whatever it took to win the laurels and stain my clothes with blood, no matter what. Friends and relatives are worthless in the face of interests. The hypocritical face seeps into the bone marrow. Everything lost can no longer be recovered. At that last moment, I was alone forever, fearless and floating in the world like a zombie.