Love is nothing but a matter of gain and loss, but it can take on hundreds of millions of forms. The same is true of life and death, pain and suffering. I deprived you of everything, but I covered you with the silkworm veil of night. Whoever asks for it cannot get it, and whoever wants it is happy with it. Whoever sees it for thousands of years will become an immortal.
Concept: All his time does not belong to him. She is like a crazy horse pulling a train, chasing ambitions that do not belong to her.