Human character is not changeable, but is constantly accumulating.
When we have countless conflicting personalities, can we still control ourselves?
Can love, family affection, and friendship still exist purely in this materialistic society?
Is human nature glorious or dark? Does it have to be divided into stages?
Do we always miss our love after we understand it?
Everything we once believed will never change. Is it true that it won't change?
Will the people we have always trusted betray us one day?
Does the world in our hearts really exist?
Complex enough, but still real enough
Everything we don't want to believe, everything we don't accept, will become true