Lovesickness corrodes the bones, and the exquisite dice is filled with red beans. Lovesickness penetrates into the bones and I know it. The vigorous love and hatred, in the end, turned into a sigh that seemed helpless and sad... Controlled by fate with an invisible rope, it would be in vain in the end... I was not willing to... I was not willing to be used completely! Rising up to resist is in vain... Well, this paragraph has nothing to do with this article.