I don't know what the meaning of living is. But I'm still alive. My sister's boss once asked me what I wanted, but I still haven't figured it out yet. I found myself somehow becoming a marginalized person, not integrating into any circle, and couldn't stand the feeling of being marginalized. It's okay to be an idle person, but the road is so long, and unwillingness will always come. After all, I can't see through the world of mortals, so I live like this, lingering on the edge.