One day you will feel that you are just an insignificant grain of sand, submerged at the bottom of the sand pile, with the sand pressing on your head. You can't see the sky, the sun can't shine on you, and you can't move your body no matter how you crawl. Day after day, year after year, the wind finally blew them away and saw you. You thought you had finally seen the sun, but in the end you were taken into the ditch by invisible force. I hope this is your turning point.