When walking in this world, you will be forced or voluntarily put on layers of masks. There will always be someone who will make you take off this mask with joy. Sometimes this person will let your softness be pierced by a knife, making you have no choice but to cry and cast a thicker mask for yourself with blood on your face. But girl, please believe that there is always a person in this world. If he meets you, he will be willing to kiss your injured face tenderly, and all your masks will be collected by him bit by bit. Maybe you have already met this person, maybe you will meet him tomorrow, or maybe you will never meet him, but no matter what, please believe in the existence of this person.