She never knows her place in the hearts of others. She has always put herself in the position of a spectator, a relative, or a lover. My friend always looks at everything indifferently. I always say that she misses the source of the world even though she is in the world of mortals. I also don't understand why she never becomes emotional. It is worth reading a paragraph in a thin notebook one day: "If this world is gone, all you see is dull gray. You fight me with your life, and I respond with my emotions. In the end, it is indeed the king against the king. Are we all too proud?"