In your forties, where is the love you are looking forward to?
Can you still have the power to love when you are so injured?
Do I have the courage to break through the emotional fog?
Confused in this age of forty
I just want to tell a story about a middle-aged man.
I just want to describe a love, which is about secret love and being secretly loved.
I just want to praise a kind of courage, which is the attitude towards love.
I just want to elaborate on an insight, which is about the time of middle-aged people.