Living is so tiring. Time and time again, my pursuit of fruitless love left me exhausted and bruised. I thought that if my heart died, there would be no more pain. However, the memory in my heart often makes me unable to sleep in the dark night, clutching my aching chest. I want to use these raw words to write about my pain, my helplessness and hardship, and the lives that have passed away and are about to pass away.