So lonely, while he was making enemies of the whole world, I became a bystander. It felt like being abandoned a hundred times, like being reincarnated in hell and not being reincarnated. I wanted to reach out and give him a hand, but I couldn't. There is no perfect solution in this world. Everyone should pay for their mistakes, but I don't want him to be the only one who suffers. I always think that you should never force anything, and that letting go freely and freely is at least dignified compared to humble begging. But in fact, I was wrong. Dignity is the cheapest thing in the world, but I understood it too late. Love has passed away, people have gone, and in the end, he and I are alone in our lives.