Regardless of whether anyone will read this article, I will insist on writing it. It's like an explanation to oneself that at least one person must complete one thing in this life, something meaningful. And I also want to be like an outsider and present the story I want to tell in the form of a complete novel. I don't know if anyone will see it, I have a little bit of hope, maybe, someone will come to see it. I want to tell some people's stories so that more or less everyone can see their own reflection in them. A heart torn apart by a broken family is always looking for its own warmth in the ethereal, constantly hurt, even beyond the family's hurt, and finally finds itself even more hurt. There was also warmth, and when youth was about to come to an end, there was still something worth remembering, and a little bit of warmth could dilute those hurts. I don't know how I will write the article in the end. It's very contradictory. I just hope that in the end, someone will accompany me to read it and then you can see the positive and optimistic attitude I want to convey from it, and what is the attitude of truly loving someone.