It turns out that from the beginning to the end, I have never lived a free and easy life; it turns out that from the beginning to the end, all I love is an illusion; it turns out that from the beginning to the end, I make others live a wronged life and let myself live a artificial life. It turns out that loving someone is so worrying and so painful in the first place. Then the initial love seems to have gone away, leaving only a cold heart.