When all the sails have passed, when all the prosperity has faded, when you have calmly thought about yourself, drink a cup of tea alone, take a breath of turbid air, maybe smile freely and sigh, this is the joy of life! Throughout life, the word love is tiring. Among the thousands of mortals, this word is the only one that runs through it all. No one can understand it. It is fate, it is calamity, no matter what, are you happy? Are you sad? Are you happy? Are you injured?